45% Aggressive debugging
30% Security patch implementation
12% Motorcycle-related Google searches
7% Tim Tam consumption
2% Actually dealing with my feelings
(Karen insists the remaining 4% is “time spent staring at phone waiting for text,” and has filed it under “emotionally unquantifiable data.”)
I keep reminding myself about how real Jake feels. Especially with his mum. That has to mean something, right?
But then this morning, because the universe loves testing my newfound emotional growth, I got a reality check.
At 6 a.m., I was headed out early to implement the security patches before the system upgrade. And there they were in the car park.
Her. The blonde. On the back of his bike. At sunrise. Leaving the car park.
I stood there in my “I code like a girl, try to keep up” T-shirt that I’d slept in (because laundry takes time away from stress-coding), and a messy bun. Meanwhile, she looked like she’d just finished shooting a “How to Be a Perfect Biker Babe” YouTube video. I didn’t even know hair could do what hers was doing at 6 a.m. Is there a secret hair handbook they don’t share with sleep-deprived coders?
The old Eden would have had a complete meltdown. The new Eden (or at least the Eden trying very hard to be new) took a deep breath and remembered:
1. Jake doesn’t seem like the type to play games
2. He warned me about club business
3. There’s probably a logical explanation
4. Even if there isn’t, I’m still the badass who just saved the entire company from catastrophic data breach
Me
DEFCON 1
Megan
What happened??
Me
Saw the blonde. On his bike.
Megan
You okay?
Me
Working on it. Saved the company yesterday.
Megan
That’s my girl. Channel that energy.
Me
Into debugging or denial?
