3pm and slowly on. The heat of the day, no heat of the night yet. Small office rooms in afternoon sun. Another inbound call, another unplanned odd in a lot of planned ends. Keeping track of most of them, hoping not to drop at least the more fragile ones.
10am and in between. Long calls falling apart, a void filled by a myriad of random urgent issues. Negotiations with everyone and oneself, some compromises and some agreed-upon controversies. Pale sky, lazy birds and sun still on the other side of the roofs.
Much later again. A sound of rain behind closed windowblinds but unsure whether that's for real or just an early dream. Trying to fix things that are subtly broken. To some extent, still trying to even figure out how exactly the breakage looks like. Fast forward a few days, welcome to the old new flow. The code the data the somewhat tired evenings. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Evaluating model responses. Language style depending on weather and daytime and maybe other weird context. Bright sun melting in white clouds, and the sound of a train horn on the tracks nearby. Different understanding of containers and traffics. And an increasing amount of strange questions that feel unsolvable.
Noon floating by. Licenses expired, tasks prematurely terminated, data piling up and no immediate response to give. There are always plenty of weak links in the chain to break.