It was a bad day at work. The particulars don’t matter, just that if computers can store a ton of data, you can also lose that ton of data in a blink.
My boss was melting down through the day as we worked through it, but as we left for the day she said to me,
“It’s just data, right?” [1]
“Yep,” I replied, “nobody got hurt and we all get to go home.”
“Where we’re loved.” she answered.
And that’s the truth. I’ve had days [2] where someone got hurt, where someone didn’t get to go home.
It’s just data, and I’m at home, with my beloved.
It’s not a bad day.
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