(The whitepaper insists on the fact that a particular component of the software is about to "open itself" whenever needed and somehow this wording feels more than just a little bit intimidating. Even though the model doesn't really object. Thin lines between artificial intelligence and artificial gut feeling.)
Heading for 4pm. Inbox cut to a bearable size. Trying to remember which of the open windows served which particular purpose, to notice some froze in the meantime. Not reconnecting for now. Discussing certain technical aspects with the model. Hope it did understand, by now. But not sure here, either.
4pm and on. The heat of day, somewhat drained, a bit exhausted, experiencing the usual difficulties of keeping inner monkeys quiet. The models current responses are no help here, but maybe they're just amplifying the overall mood. (Moving on, a bit more. Long list, short weeks, even while it's just Tuesday.)
11am. Start/stop motion. Still morning in the mood, stretching, watching, noticing the hours have considerably moved on. Also: Delivery guys arguing in the streets, not enough space, not enough time, a situation relatively ugly again and again. (Patting the machines. The model response is as enigmatic and unsettling as so often. No insights, slow progress.)
Somewhere near 4pm: Water and open windows, wrestling a wave of tiredness. Pondering the different stages of "broken" a piece of software or a particular subsystem can be in. And feeling glad to elevate this one a bit from "totally" to "slightly less". The other offices across the street seem mostly empty by now, either people chose to leave early or this is the usual experience in this part of the city, on a regular monday. (Also, failing to insult the model. Again. Wondering which peer in the conversation showed more intelligence so far, of whichever kind.)
(Too: Smiling at the responses the model came up with. Same as pointless as the questions, probably. At some stage and in a certain state, abandon all serious ambitions, and just click into whatever is at hand, to derail the "algorithm" with input that doesn't make sense at all. 10pm, moving on, not wanting to go down the rabbit hole of defining technical terms such as "algorithm" for now. Still up to something more meaningful.)
10pm and on. Same same and not much different. Still finding words to fill into messages, sent out not honouring recipients business hours, which will go unnoticed anytime soon, anyway. Torn between leaving these issues unaddressed for now - and reducing the amount of clutter to dig through in the light of a new day. (Elsewhere, systems still misbehave, records still are flooded. The model swiftly responds, a parrot much more than an oracle or an enigma subject to interpretation. And, so far, failing to locate tonights moon.)
10am and on. More than ever, noticing the morning has passed just all too quickly. Dialed up again, now reconnecting. Hardware decided to hide ones face and this isn't all too bad at the moment. Getting to know each other, trying to find a common language, cautiously challenging what's behind all the buzzwords and the phrases. (Talking to the model on a sidetrack, getting odd responses as usual while asking odd questions. No surprises here.)