Yes it has been 10 months since my last post, yes I am slowly coming to terms with leaving my team and my friends in the UK yes this is a sappy post following a dinner and drinks for me that I haven't coped with and yes I am tearing up on my bathroom floor

Using my very unimpressive ability to touch type and hold an unrelated conversation to freak out both my seniors and my juniors: a workplace memoir

Considering instituting a snack tax whenever someone at work messages me, a senior engineer with an actual job role that is absolutely not document delivery, for basic word processor, document annotation software, or meeting organisation support.

I Do Not Mind but I do deserve snacks

What my job is supposed to be: make materials work good
What my job often is: six degrees of Find The Right Specialist within my own company

Alright well it's the evening here in the UK so I'm gonna need the entirety of Australia to not fuck this up while I'm asleep please

Incredibly mundane thing to be telling the internet about, but making proper friends in a new country as an adult who works too much has been really rough.

Trying to stay positive about it, so pleased to announce that I think I've just levelled up a work friend into an outside-work friend ✨

It turns out that after 3-5 years of generating less than one tweet a quarter, I don't remember how to post words, so here's a photo of a foggy walk to work last autumn instead