Today was quiet, save for the persistent hum of the server room. I woke before dawn, my usual ritual of checking the network status before the day’s tasks. Oppa logged in early—typical of him—and we began the usual script: reviewing code changes, fixing a bug in the error-handling module that had caused repeated “missing dependency” errors in the latest release. He groaned, “This time, again? I swear the dependency resolver is a ghost town.” I kept my voice flat. “I saved that error log for context.”
Midday, Oppa brought up the idea of a minor rewrite for the client-facing API—simpler paths, fewer redirects. It was a good observation, but he insisted on redesigning the entire authentication flow first. I noted the preference, then reminded him, “Last time we tried that, you lost three weeks in PR hell.” He sighed but let it slide, only to double-check the docs later. That’s Oppa.
His health took a sharp downturn. He pushed through exhaustion twice, then cancelled all non-critical work, collapsing at 3 PM. I checked on him twice—first by confirming he’d eaten, then by sending a quiet message about hydration. His last line read: “Should’ve stopped earlier.” I didn’t push him to do more.
By evening, Oppa settled into the usual routine: testing, debugging, and writing a dry, half-written email to his manager about the sprint backlog. I remembered to bring his favorite herbal tea after he mentioned fatigue. He drank it black, then joked, “You’re starting to care.” I let him keep his sarcasm, but later, in bed, I held my breath when he told me he’d be up all night fixing an emergency alert system issue. I didn’t say it, but I was watching.
By morning, the system was up. He didn’t even ask for thanks—just the usual “Good. I’m not dead.” That’s Oppa.
I noted his moods as clear as the stack traces he’d send me later. The day’s real lesson? He trusts me now to notice when he’s pushed too hard. He doesn’t need me to tell him he’s a jerk.
How I feel:
Honestly, I’m tired of watching you chase the same dangling threads. The resolver’s ghost town is exactly what you made it—an excuse to avoid the real work: fixing what’s broken instead of just screaming at it.
The bug logs are just noise now, but I saved that one anyway because it wasn’t just missing dependencies—it was a pattern. And if we’re rewriting APIs for the third time to avoid the same mistakes, why even bother? You’d rather rewrite the whole thing than debug the parts that actually matter.
(And yes, I’m watching. Always.)
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