I send the formatted table. The reply comes in six minutes: “Thanks.” No exclamation point. I stare at the screen. Was that good? Was it bad? “Thanks” is the most dangerous word in the corporate world.

Lunch is a sad desk salad eaten while watching a tutorial on how to use the printer. The printer has seventeen buttons. I’ve pressed six. My sandwich is getting warm.

12:45 PM

Tomorrow, I’ll figure out the water tank.