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a beetle may or may not be inferior to a man
Carla McMannon really loved alone time.
Now, that wasn't to say she was antisocial, nor that she was introverted. Actually, she liked socializing as well. However, there was a point where there was too much socializing, and her head felt like it was going to burst. This usually occurred when she had a lot of work to do, and people kept consistently interrupting her, which made it so her work got done much slower than it would've without people. That, of course, was aggravating, and made it so she appreciated any time she got alone, enough that she started making sure she had that time.
See, Carla worked in computer science. Specifically, she worked for a magazine company, and the thing about magazines were that they were not-quite-digital. Considering the world was in a stage of going completely digital, that was a problem, and the easiest solution to said problem was to make sure these magazines had digital copies. That's where she came in. She worked on the apps and the website, as well as the uploads, making sure that the magazines could get to any and all devices, so long as they had a screen and internet access. It was more difficult than it sounded.
First, you had to make the app. Then, you had to make sure that app could actually work on more than one device, for the largest amount of viewership. Then, there was the scanning, the sizing, the uploading, and a whole bunch of other bullshit that made her head spin. Updating it was a hassle, and searching through the code for bugs was tedious. She was getting paid for it, though, and with getting paid came deadlines, ones that couldn't be missed if she still wanted a job. So, she had made it a daily event to go to Drive Brew, a small, cozy coffee shop about a 5-minute walk from her home, to sit down, have a cup, and get some work done. She left her phone on vibrate, and didn't check it unless it was important. She usually ended up being there for 2 hours, at least, before going home and rejoining her various friends on their various chatting systems.
Currently, she was sitting in the corner of the shop, chewing thoughtfully on a pen cap as she looked over a segment of code. Apparently, a customer had complained that the pay-for-magazine button wasn't working, but had described the issue in such vague terms that she didn't know what was wrong. It could have easily been an account problem, considering no one else was complaining, but she needed to comb through the code anyway just in case. It wasn't so awful, but she wished she didn't have to go line by line. It really got tiring, after a point.
Now, that wasn't to say she was antisocial, nor that she was introverted. Actually, she liked socializing as well. However, there was a point where there was too much socializing, and her head felt like it was going to burst. This usually occurred when she had a lot of work to do, and people kept consistently interrupting her, which made it so her work got done much slower than it would've without people. That, of course, was aggravating, and made it so she appreciated any time she got alone, enough that she started making sure she had that time.
See, Carla worked in computer science. Specifically, she worked for a magazine company, and the thing about magazines were that they were not-quite-digital. Considering the world was in a stage of going completely digital, that was a problem, and the easiest solution to said problem was to make sure these magazines had digital copies. That's where she came in. She worked on the apps and the website, as well as the uploads, making sure that the magazines could get to any and all devices, so long as they had a screen and internet access. It was more difficult than it sounded.
First, you had to make the app. Then, you had to make sure that app could actually work on more than one device, for the largest amount of viewership. Then, there was the scanning, the sizing, the uploading, and a whole bunch of other bullshit that made her head spin. Updating it was a hassle, and searching through the code for bugs was tedious. She was getting paid for it, though, and with getting paid came deadlines, ones that couldn't be missed if she still wanted a job. So, she had made it a daily event to go to Drive Brew, a small, cozy coffee shop about a 5-minute walk from her home, to sit down, have a cup, and get some work done. She left her phone on vibrate, and didn't check it unless it was important. She usually ended up being there for 2 hours, at least, before going home and rejoining her various friends on their various chatting systems.
Currently, she was sitting in the corner of the shop, chewing thoughtfully on a pen cap as she looked over a segment of code. Apparently, a customer had complained that the pay-for-magazine button wasn't working, but had described the issue in such vague terms that she didn't know what was wrong. It could have easily been an account problem, considering no one else was complaining, but she needed to comb through the code anyway just in case. It wasn't so awful, but she wished she didn't have to go line by line. It really got tiring, after a point.
