Daylight savings starts.

Me: I’ll just adjust a few meeting times so things don’t move around unexpectedly for folks.

Calendars everywhere explode.

Industry season three was a belter.

Me emerging from the cave where I spent the last day setting up my new phone and watch.

I hope the airport chaplain isn’t going on the plane I’m about to board to perform an exorcism.

Nothing says it’s writing end-of-year manager reviews time like working at the kitchen table while listening to the Doom Eternal game soundtrack.

Sure, reducing my hire car excess to $0 cost me a kidney, but now I can close my eyes and let the wind flow through my hair like Nick Cage each time I park this thing.

I doff my cap to the three blokes crushing 7am pints in the departure lounge.

Sales person’s cold emails are getting closer to the edge.

I think, “how can these machines replace the glittering beauty of the human mind?” and then I board a flight and watch three people try to sit in the same seat and someone else attempt to fit a Mini Cooper in the overhead luggage hold.

I compare corporate life to Heart of Darkness every chance I get.

Me on day two of dealing with Brisbane humidity without an A/C.

I’m chuffed to see Leica are still rolling out firmware updates to the Q2.

The GPS accuracy was something I was hoping they’d improve, so I’m keen to see how this update addresses it.

Just plunged up a rotting paddle pop stick from the kids’ bathroom sink. I strode out of there like a homicide detective who’d cracked a case.

“Keep me signed in” is the close elevator doors button of the internet.