Relieved Note

Weeknote 3! Look at me go. As I edit this I realise I have more to say than usual but it's even less interesting. I appreciate you, dear reader:

• This week we met some friends for a catchup, pizza, and too much wine. Like, for real, in the actual flesh. Can you even? It was lovely. So refreshing.
• Though I wasn't half maudlin the next day.
• Otherwise we've perhaps been overly cautious these last few months of lowered lock-down restrictions. I'm thinking we should have made more figurative hay whilst the literal sun shone. But winter is coming and restrictions are rightly tightening again.
• Will Butler has a new album out in full this week, Generations. I've been a bit obsessed. I can't resist upbeat bleakness with a little synth.
• At work I wrote my password in an OKR spreadsheet, and left it there for the company to see.
• My manager text me on my day off "does this mean anything to you?" 😱 It wasn't even a good password. Embarrassing.
• I've spent some time reading about TypeScript this week. More projects at the Financial Times are using TypeScript, including projects by my own team, so its time to actually spend some focused learning time.
• I was reminded a11ysupport.io exists. It's a community driven site which tests browser features against assistive technologies. For example you can find out how the datalist element performs with different screen readers and browser combinations. There are also resources to help you learn to test with assistive technologies yourself.
• Speaking of assistive technologies did you know an outright ban on plastic straws is a bad idea? Me neither until this week. "One person's ecological conversation starter is another person's nutritional lifeline".
• We do need to remove single use plastics elsewhere, and reduce the environmental impact of our waste more generally. Looking at you large corporations and government.
• My final note this week, the carnage of week one is resolved. I wasn't sure it would be. The people who drilled through our wall had promised to fix it up. However they didn't show when they said they would, multiple times, and didn't let me know they couldn't make it either. I got a tad frustrated at the ghosting. I wanted to say "what the f*ck is going on, if you're busy or have other worries fine just let me know, or if you're never going to do it just f*cking say I can work with that too". What I actually said was that I was disappointed. The screws are gone, the mirror is back, and the holes in the wall are again hidden 🙌
• Right, that's all for this week, I'm off to titivate my receding hairline in our newly restored mirror. Bye friend!