the death of another dotcom

the death of another dotcom (part 2 of ?)

ok – if it could be weirder in the office today – I couldn’t imagine it. A couple people are packing up and leaving. They were outright canned as in -don’t come back, ok?-. though they’ve been given whatever time they needed to come back and get their shit together. seems nice but really it’s strange. so meanwhile in our group we have a client deadline and we are working furiously, A. comes by to basically chat about the end but no one has time to talk to him. i mean this shit is weird.

is there no good way to do this? probably not.

mixed messages on the paris front. there are things i want to do here still. the first is smoking a fucking cig, but i am desperately trying to hold off.

another meeting – this time about a new function. i don’t want to leave but paris scares me frankly. without the language i am thinking i will be utterly useless – unless i miraculously begin to parlez francais, which R. says will happen….

meanwhile i was clued in to a new search engine, this one has all the answers. and they are impeccably organized goddamnit.

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