Closing in on 4pm. Considering man/machine interaction. Talking to the model, processing responses, trying, failing, trying again. Clashing of erratic moods with deterministic systems. Soft blue gradients behind slightly stained windows, a fly in afternoon light, and the plethora of ringtones used by people in the buildings across the street. Too nervous too loud.
4pm and on. Not searching, still surprise findings. Afternoons derailed, slightly confused, pondering quantity and quality again and left a bit dissatisfied. Also: Documentation woes, as always. The challenge of knowing in advance what will be needed later on. The model has no idea either and remains quiet.
(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.)