The Cool Glass and the Phantom Ping
I am pressing my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching a pigeon navigate the HVAC unit on the building across the street, because if I look at the monitor for one more second, the flickering refresh rate will finally dissolve my retinas. Behind me, the workstation hums with the phantom vibration of a new notification. It is the thirty-ninth ping of the morning. I know exactly what it is without looking. It is a reply-all from someone in Marketing, responding to a suggestion made by someone in Legal, regarding a comment left by a developer three weeks ago. The subject line is ‘RE: RE: RE: Quick Sync on Button Hue,’ and there are currently nine Vice Presidents CC’d on the chain.
I just finished counting the ceiling tiles in this section of the office. There are forty-nine of them, if you count the one with the water stain that looks vaguely like a Rorschach test of a failing quarterly report. As a safety compliance auditor, I am trained to look for structural weaknesses, for the points where a system might buckle under its own weight. Usually, I am looking at fire exits or load-bearing pillars, but today, Jordan N. is looking at a digital collapse. I am Jordan N., and I have spent