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industrial speak & spell.

the guy who replaced me in the toronto office has been working on a phone interface lookup and one of the nice flourishes is a picture of our massive wall of digital lines:
your call's going where?
this makes me slightly nostalgic, as i had to pick up the entire PBX command centre from scratch (with help from two people who had no idea), and in time, i mostly effectively passed it on to my successors.

but to me, this was my zen garden, where the freakish stress from the other work could be alleviated by sorting out the thatch of little blue/white wires and figure out why someone's phone was misbehaving (most likely from when i went too zen and created silence).

then again, i have new stones to rake, so i bequeath the punch tool.
meanwhile, this will be my background for the next while, replacing my super closeup of the sun.

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