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Everyone agrees the trains are bad and nobody agrees about why.
Nationalised for forty years and they were not better. Ownership is not the variable.
Depends which line. Some of it is ownership, most of it is that track and trains are run by different people.
Every decision is made on a shorter timescale than the thing it affects. Defer the maintenance, leave before the bill lands.
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Running a car costs most people about four hundred a month once you count everything, and almost nobody has ever counted everything.
Most productivity advice is survivorship bias with a system bolted on. Setting the system up feels like work, which is the whole appeal.
Remote work did not fail. Managers who could only manage by looking at people failed, and remote work is what made that visible. Four years on, the teams that kept it are the ones that already wrote things down, and the teams that abandoned it are mostly the ones that never did.
Hot take: the reason nobody trusts polls any more isn't that polls got worse. It's that we started reading them as predictions instead of measurements, and then blamed them for failing at a job they never claimed to do.
I miss being unreachable and I am aware I could simply turn the phone off, and I am also aware that I will not.
Open-plan schools, hospital targets and the gig economy will look like the same idea wearing three hats — measure the throughput, ignore the thing being thrown through.
A backdoor for one government is a backdoor for everyone, and this is arithmetic rather than politics. A key that exists can be stolen.
Small talk gets a terrible press, mostly from people who have never had to sit next to a stranger for two hours.
My handwriting has become genuinely illegible and I only found out because I had to fill in a form in front of somebody.
A thing about friendship after about thirty that I do not think anybody warns you about. It stops happening by default. School, university and your first job all put you in a room with the same people repeatedly for years, and every friendship you have was quietly manufactured by that. Then it stops, and the machinery goes with it, and nobody tells you because the people it has already happened to have stopped noticing. What replaces it is admin. You have to want it enough to put a date in a calendar six weeks out, and then to still want it on the night, which after a full week is a genuinely different question. The friendships that survive are not the deepest ones. They are the ones where somebody was willing to do the admin. I find that slightly bleak and also I have made my peace with it. The alternative was assuming it was about me, and it took about four years to work out that it was structural. Everyone I have said this to since has said some version of yes, and then said they thought it was just them.
The best thing about going to a match is the twenty minutes before anything happens, and no broadcast has ever worked out how to show it.
Most people do not actually want a shorter commute, they want the commute to be the last unclaimed part of their day, and those are different things. When I moved fifteen minutes from the office I was delighted for about a month and then quietly miserable. It turned out the forty minutes on a train had been the only time nobody could reach me. Not leisure exactly. Just uninterrupted. I read more in that year than in the three since. Everyone I have said this to responds with either violent agreement or complete bafflement, and I have not found a pattern in which. It might be about whether you have people at home who need things from you the moment you arrive. I am not romanticising it. Standing on a platform in the rain is not contemplative. But I notice that the people who successfully work from home have all invented something to replace it — a walk, the gym, a stupidly long coffee routine — and I do not think that is a coincidence.
Follow the rules that make no sense anyway. The alternative is everybody deciding privately which ones are silly, and that unravels faster than you would think.
Walking is free, works for nearly everybody, and has no equipment attached, which is exactly why you never hear about it.
We know more about the surface of Mars than the floor of our own ocean and that is a genuinely strange set of priorities.
For most software engineers a degree stopped being worth what it costs. It is now mainly a filter that employers use because filtering is expensive.
The four-day week only really works if your job is thinking. Every pilot anyone quotes was an office, and nobody ever ran one in a warehouse.
Every restaurant is too loud now and I refuse to accept it is just me getting old.
Splitting the bill evenly is a tax on whoever ordered the salad, and everyone knows it, and everyone does it anyway because saying so costs more than the difference.
"Trauma" now stretches from genocide to a bad line manager, and somewhere in that stretch the word stopped doing any work at all.
Every job I have had contained about four hours of real work a day and an enormous amount of theatre around it.
Genuine question: can anyone name a single thing their MP has done? Not voted for. Done.
Every awards ceremony is now three hours of people who have already won things being given more things by people who won them earlier.
Most people who say they want honest feedback want accurate praise, and the two are easy to confuse until the feedback is actually negative. You can watch the switch happen in real time: the request is sincere, and then the first genuine criticism arrives and the next twenty minutes are spent supplying context.
What I actually miss is software that was finished. You bought it, it did the thing, and nobody moved the buttons on a Thursday.
something you reckon. a gripe, a hunch, a hill you will die on. serious or not.
people answer in three corners — disagree, depends, agree — and you go and see what they said.
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what all this does to your head, and what to do about it.