Thursday, March 21, 2013

I was sitting with J.D., complaining about a redesign of the Y website. It was impossible to sign in—the user name and password section were non-functional, as though they were placeholders. I felt myself getting angry at J.C. about this, and as I was starting to say so to J.D., I suddenly noticed that he was sitting in a chair between us. I tempered my comments, not wanting to offend him, but I still said something like, “This is really fucked up.”