On the train, headed into Boston. There is a gaggle of women in my carriage. I don’t usually use the word “gaggle” to describe people, but in this case it’s just too appropriate to avoid. Through the moderate volume of the headphones (no more hearing loss for me!) I can hear the steady babble of their high pitched conversation. Individually, it’s comprised of vapid inanities. “Blah blah like blah blah totally blah blah shoes? blah blah boys!” and so on. In mass, I’m reminded of nothing so much as the distant noise of a flock of geese, keeping themselves in a flock with continual honking. Honk honk. Soon my migratory path will diverge from theirs … but for now we hurtle north in tight formation.
Taking the offline time to organize business expenses from last year. It’s tax time, and we’ve been encouraged (since I work at home, use my cell phone for business, etc) to deduct them. It’s a surprising amount of money, just adding up the entirely honest and reasonable expenses that I wouldn’t have incurred except in service of this job. Now that we’ve got a tax guy we trust, I’m totally looking forward to dumping a large pile of paper on him and receiving completed forms for review in a couple of weeks. Infinitely superior to either the “evenings of stress” approach or the “sit and struggle with the H&R Block Person for three hours” approach.
Todays professional meditations are on software project management. We desperately need some sort of organization, but it’s not clear to me what it is or how to get there from here.
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