Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction
I think this can mean “don’t create a journey” for yourself. Don’t be romantic about accomplishing your goals.
This morning an asshole told me they’re turning my apartment into a restaurant when my lease is up in September. He said this because I asked him if we could put a water line in the downstairs closet for a washing machine, and he said no, because “We’re converting your apartment into a restaurant when your lease is up. When is your lease up?”
I haven’t been sad in a long time, fortunately, but this breaks our hearts. Since we first saw the place eight months ago we’ve imagined ourselves living there for a long time. It’s our favorite place to be.
On the train ride in this morning I could only think of things I could have said. Something to make my case, something to hurt him personally, something like throwing a chair at him.
Plainly, it hurts to have something taken away from you.
Where else on the web can you get thousands of users overnight? Thousands of people distributing something with your name on it.
It taught me how to make scalable designs and how to handle support.
Two years ago today I moved to New York to work at Tumblr. Easiest decision of my life. I get to work with the smartest people in the world and contribute to my favorite thing on the web. Thank you everyone :)