(Später: Man hört mit Staunen dem Hausmeister zu, der die Heizung erklärt und den Reset-Taster, darauf verweist, dass das Gerät "abstürzen" kann und dann "neu gestartet" werden muss, dass es ein wenig dauert, bis die danach wieder "hochgefahren" ist. Man hört, wie er erschreckend vertrautes Vokabular verwendet. Man hört das sofortige Rauschen und Rumpeln, spürt den Raum sofort etwas wärmer werden - und wünscht sich doch manchmal die kontrollierbare Robustheit zurück von Lösungen, bei denen man geknülltes Papier, Holz und Kohle in einem Ofen gestapelt und angezündet hat.)
Close to 4pm. Cleaning up. Book-keeping several different ways. Non-functional requirements meet non-technical effort. Or: The experience of sinking amazing amounts of time in unplanned, unchartered side-arms of complex processes. Here be dragons, this is where things start becoming unpredictable.
9am and on. Re-use of existing code that might require some learning and tweaking versus re-implementing something similar from scratch because it's easier and faster. Tales of pragmatism and antipatterns, of greenfield development and getting stuck in the mud, and of piling technical debt that hits your feet the very moment something will fall over. Tight ropes to walk.
4pm and on. Gradually warming up to the afternoon, just in time to watch the setting sun. Pushing ahead some due dates, trying to communicate on others. Shouting at tools. Watching another bus spit out crowds of young kids, all dressed up for winter and carrying bulky bags. (Wondering whether getting out at least once today is worth the effort.)
Close to 10am. Of plans and actual achievements, far from where the morning so far should be: Wrestling hardware, software, the strange interplay of both, exercising new harsh words. Reconsidering decisions. Some things just don't seem to get any better no matter how often one tries.