Last week, N had taken some of us out for her farewell lunch. We had just finished the starters when my teammate A, sitting next to me, whispered that JD had passed away the previous day. I couldn't believe my ears; the last time I spoke to him a few years ago, he was a young enthusiastic tester. I said he was too young to die of a heart failure(I'm still in denial, it's happening all too often around me) and A said, "Yeah, he wouldn't have been more than 45". I said no, he must've been younger than me. Now A said, "He would've been just 40 to 45, so young!". I got irritated now. What did he think! I forgot that a man was dead and that there were people sitting in front of me and I said, "No, he would've been just 35 to 40, not more!". A said Okay and I felt rather silly after that.
I badly need a shoulder today. A shoulder to lean on and look at the numbers running endlessly on the TV screens. Numbers that will be dissected and thrown at me for long and the numbers that may well be the new norm. Enviable numbers. I don't want to use the services of P because he hopped at the last moment for some nonsensical reasons. I think I'll turn to Netflix once again for solace today.
I badly need a shoulder today. A shoulder to lean on and look at the numbers running endlessly on the TV screens. Numbers that will be dissected and thrown at me for long and the numbers that may well be the new norm. Enviable numbers. I don't want to use the services of P because he hopped at the last moment for some nonsensical reasons. I think I'll turn to Netflix once again for solace today.
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