Shaking my fist at a cloud. From the cloud.
After 32 years of coding in COBOL and navigating the quirks of office life, I’ve traded in legacy systems for legacy opinions and I’m sharing them one blog post at a time.
I write about workplace dynamics, burnout, critical thinking, and the strange ways office politics seem to echo everything else. My aim isn’t to give advice, exactly - more like offering a raised eyebrow and a wry comment from the sidelines.
I grew up on a family farm near the tiny town of Pierson, Manitoba, and I’ve spent my entire life living and working in this province. That rural upbringing gave me a grounded (and occasionally jaded) view of the world - one that mixes prairie practicality with a healthy appreciation for absurdity.
These days, I’m using that perspective to write reflections, observations, and unsolicited thoughts on how we work, think, lead, and occasionally unravel in fluorescent-lit office buildings. Sometimes there’s philosophy. Sometimes there’s math. Sometimes there’s just a stubborn question that won't let go.
It’s part curiosity, part reflection, and part overthinking - but ideally just enough to make someone out there feel seen, or at least mildly amused.
So I tell myself.