This week has been different. It’s quiet—almost too quiet. It’s the kind of heavy, expectant silence that makes your ears actually hurt from the lack of noise. When the Mayor asked, “How is everything going in the South?” I had to stop and think. It’s going, but it is quiet. Nothing is happening. We are…
There are busy weeks, and then there are Maxime weeks. When Fruitloop checks in with Maxime, she finds him in the middle of one of those impossible-looking stretches of life where everything seems to happen at once. Engineering exams are around the corner. A major French team gymnastics qualification is coming up. His apartment is…
There are two kinds of work fails. The ones that make a good story later.And the ones where you’re just quietly grateful to still be alive. Manfred belongs to the second category. Martin… negotiates between both. Manfred: No Margin for Error In Manfred’s world, a “small mistake” doesn’t really exist. Electricity doesn’t believe in “almost…
It began, as these conversations sometimes do, not with a grand idea, but with something so ordinary that it almost slipped by unnoticed. A shirt. Ritesh leaned slightly into the frame, adjusting himself, and the light caught the fabric in a way that made it stand out. Naturally, someone commented on it. It was brighter…
I remember standing next to a machine for eight hours, doing nothing but watching. At the time, it didn’t feel dramatic. It wasn’t a bad day. It wasn’t even a hard day. It was just… quiet. Repetitive. Predictable. A piece of metal in front of me, a process to follow, and the feeling that tomorrow…
I sit there and I laugh a little already, because when I think about crazy co-workers, one face comes directly into my mind. There is no warm-up needed. His name was D, even today I am not completely sure, but I see him clearly. He was like a walking parrot. Brown shoes, green trousers, dark…
The Mayor & Fruitloop are live. Or at least, they are pretending to be. Which, if you think about it, already qualifies as someone’s dream job. Fruitloop opens, in that tone suggesting she has notes (she doesn’t), and introduces the subject: dream jobs. She pauses. The kind of pause that either carries deep meaning… or…
There are days at work where everything feels normal. Emails get answered, coffee gets reheated three times, and nobody questions why you’ve been staring out the window for seven minutes straight. And then there are days where Fruitloop asks questions. Not normal questions. Never normal questions. The kind of questions that arrive like a slightly…
They press the red button. There’s always that tiny moment—half technical check, half existential question—are we actually live? And then, like always, they are. “Okay… we’re live.” “Get rid of that message.” “Which message?” “The one saying we’re being recorded. After yesterday… I don’t trust anything.” And just like that, the tone is set. Not…
Life doesn’t nudge; it usually erupts. This week has been a sprawling rollercoaster of reflection—some of it chosen, some of it forced, and some of it so absurd I could do nothing but laugh. In my household, there is simply never a dull moment. You might be rolling your eyes right now, leaning back with…
