If I were to somehow be able to complain to teenaged Jeremy about the current problems I have in my life…
Dude would probably fucking punch me in the face and storm off.
Her taste in soft drinks may be questionable, but Cathy is cute enough to make up for it.
Happy birthday to a wonderful friend! See you on Thursday, hun. We’re going to paint the town red.
Bring paint. We’ll need a lot.
My Reluctant Truth
There are still tough things I continue to deal with. This sometimes obscures something I know to be true.
So far, this is the best year of my entire life.
If we calmly ignore last year’s catalyst for all the changes in my life, then it becomes quite plain.
I’ve moved to one of the greatest cities in the world. I work at a company I enjoy, on a team whose skills I can count on and whose fun is infectious. Even better, they seem to like me, too.
I have a great apartment with more space than I really need in a wonderful neighbourhood (despite not being close enough to a subway).
Weekends aren’t spent entirely on the couch in the suburbs. Instead, I finished off my work week with my coworkers, beer and board games. I spent most of today playing (and kicking ass at) a puzzle hunt that had my team running around Lower Manhattan. Tomorrow, I have a date.
What would my life have been if I hadn’t left Toronto? Or if I had finally ended up here years later, on someone else’s schedule?
These are questions I can’t answer, but that I continue to ask myself. I have to remember that I am living this life on my terms and that I am not running away from problems. Those problems are part of a previous chapter that has since concluded.
This chapter is where the book gets good.
More artwork for my apartment. Not sure where to put it, yet.
Also, sadface that my neighbourhood isn’t actually on here. Oh well. Neither is Bed-Stuy. Fort Greene is, and it’s just a few blocks away.
There’s more in the shop (GoingUnderground), including for other cities I know some of you are from.
Work is hard. #beer #sandwiches #Carcassonne (at Etsy Inc)
(via iamlucyspet)
You know what the difference is between a male developer and a female developer?
I’ve been a female programmer for years. Being a female in this field is a fight. Being good with tits (more importantly without a dick) isn’t good enough, you have to be fucking great and you have to continue to be the best at all the new technologies. While you’re fighting to stay on top you have to laugh off every single come on and sexist joke in a sea of nerds.
I did all of this, and I was fucking awesome at it. I could roll with the boys like I had dick.
You know what you can’t fucking fight? You know what makes someone with passion about their profession decide they want to walk away? A single man, a man that decides he can separate you from the team and enjoy his bro club. A man who decides to not give you any work for months and then blows you off when you question him about it. It also helps to have a buddy in HR covering that shit up when you complain to them about it - you know, literally not filing anything. When you complain to higher ups they claim it’s your skill set despite you kicking ass at every test they throw at you. To the point they stop ‘grading’ them to keep the cover up and discrimination alive.
Even after HR and the boss man were fired I was still given poor reviews, because a year in the corner not being allowed to be involved in the decisions of new technology brought in puts you a year behind everyone else.
Of course you get chosen for the layoffs. And you don’t care.
You also lose your passion for the code, the standard, and the industry.
Why aren’t more women in tech?
I just gave you one big fucking hint. I’ll go to the admin side, where my tits will be appreciated.
Disappoints, frustrates and angers me every fucking time I hear shit like this. My industry is fucked up. It’s getting better, but too slowly. Too slowly for something that should never have been that way in the first place.
Can you develop? Because the only things “under the hood” that I give a damn about is your algorithm design.
The point of fruit is a low effort-to-tasty ratio.
Credit for this one goes to a coworker who took this from the top of the Freedom Tower.
See the area right near the water between the two bridges in the top part of the photo? That’s where I work.
The owner still hasn’t found a buyer with pockets deep enough to meet his demands. But word is out around Toronto now that the tape exist, and Ford’s circle knows about it courtesy a CNN reporter. So, with permission, I am laying out everything I know about the Rob Ford Crack Tape in the hopes that a) everyone knows that Rob Ford, the mayor of Toronto, smokes crack, and b) this knowledge might hasten the arrival of the Rob Ford Crack Tape on the internet or broadcast television, because really, it is something to behold.
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Let’s buy a huge bucket of ball bearings and empty it on the office floor and see what happens. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Texting someone new.
Of course, this is the first picture I send her other than those in my profile.
Seriously, it came up naturally. As naturally as anything I talk about comes up. Which, if you know me….
