I'm a bit of a chameleon. After a while, the way I speak starts to mirror the person I talk to. This is something inherited: We used to joke that you can tell where my dad was calling, simply by listening his accent change.
Anyway. You can imagine what my English sounds now, being in a French Canadian area, listening to French people speaking English for hours and hours on end... Even my thoughts have a strange accent now.
Other than that, I'm not seeing much Montreal. It's early up, email, meetings, meetings, meetings, lunch, meetings, meetings, meetings, quick shower... It's all very busy and sometimes I wonder to what end? The trap of being a technical expert is realizing that you can influence things you care about. It's all so easy if you can't or don't want to. It's when opportunity coincides with desire, you slip deep into the flow where work consumes all. And for those, who have never been able to do so previously, it is difficult to get out.
Dancing on the edge of the burnout; running in the dark barely missing the trees; rolling the cylinder for one more time. It's all the same.
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