This week was messy in the most literal sense.
On Monday, someone knocked over a protein shaker right next to a laptop. Yogurt everywhere. Keyboard survived. The table did not. We spent ten minutes arguing whether it smelled more like vanilla or regret while wiping it down with paper towels that were definitely not meant for that job.
Midweek turned into an unplanned office cleanup. Not the productive kind, just the “how did this much dust even get here” kind.
Someone moved a chair, and a small dust cloud formed like we’d uncovered an archaeological site. We found old sticky notes with half-finished article ideas and one that just said “check this later” from who knows when.
At some point during writing, a charger stopped working and three people tried to fix it like it was a mechanical problem instead of an obvious broken cable. It wasn’t fixed. The cable was quietly thrown away like it never existed.
While working on the ADHD piece, someone kept pacing while thinking, then forgot why they stood up in the first place. Which felt oddly on-theme. Another person read a paragraph out loud, stopped, and said, “This sentence is doing too much.” It got cut. No discussion.
Coffee was over-poured at least twice. Once directly onto notes. Once dangerously close to a mouse. Everyone pretended it was fine.
By Friday, the office smelled faintly of cleaning spray, cold coffee, and whatever lunch someone reheated one too many times. Articles were published. Screens were closed. Dust mostly defeated.
Not a perfect week.
