Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Can I just say, though, that having worked with a lot of different people in business, you are uniquely open to feedback and help in a way that I find refreshing. Although this change wasn’t one you wanted, I still think you will be great for the company.
After looking at the slides, what do you think of the name PixelPerfect for the app development platform? It plays nicely on the company name, while also giving a sense of playful and flawless design. Let me know—we can brainstorm more, too!
I’m also including a short list of questions that might seem totally random, but I find that the tastes and vibes of leadership have a huge impact on the culture of the company. These will actually help me considerably in moving forward to make this campaign a perfect fit for Codeify.
-Veronica
Veronica,
I think PixelPerfect is, in a word, perfect. Everyone here thinks so, too. Why didn’t I think of it? You’re already crushing it!
Thank you for your kind words about Jason, and about me in this new role. I’m very much in a fake-it-till-you-make-it space but feel more comfortable in the position every day. I’m very sorry to hear about your mom. I hope that she is doing okay. Jason is dealing with seizures and some cognitive changes, mostly verbal. His speech is no longer very fluid, although he understands verbal communication just fine. Brains are wild.
The questions you sent were indeed very random, but I will indulge your marketing method and answer them each here.
Music I’ll put on at parties: This answer is embarrassing. “Alexa, play some music.” She usually chooses well for me, like Tame Impala, Anderson .Paak, Phoebe Bridgers, Kendrick, Frank Ocean.
Music I’ll put on when I’m alone: Same as above. I really am letting AI live my life for me. Let me reconsider all of my life choices while I type this.
My always-stop-and-watch movie: Hot Fuzz.
Movie I’ve never seen and never will: The live action Cats one? It looked so bad I think I’d be embarrassed for everyone involved.
Favorite season: Fall
Pet peeve: Flat-earthers. For obvious reasons, but also because I can’t help but engage with the content on Instagram because I find it so incredibly stupid. “The horizon looks flat, so the Earth must be flat.” Like, my man, the earth is 25,000 miles in circumference. That’s way too big for someone to notice a curvature from just a few feet above its surface, especially when at sea level the horizon is only like 3 miles away. “Pilots never adjust for curvature, and if the Earth was round, they’d be dipping the nose all the time.” Really? Airplanes maintain altitude by keeping a constant angle to the Earth’s surface, which already accounts for curvature. Whatever, this is where I sound unhinged. It’s one of those communities that believes something so wholeheartedly but also seems completely unwilling to spend as much time thinking through their own arguments as they spend trying to debunk science.
Hope all that helps!
Jude
Jude,
I honestly couldn’t love these answers more, and yes they’re very helpful, but I’m just cracking up that most of the time, people answer the pet peeve question with something like, “When people don’t use their turn signals” or “When businesses have the air-conditioning on too high” and you’re like, “Here’s a dissertation about physics.”
-V
Veronica,
I mean, both of those examples are also annoying, but not nearly as annoying as flat-earthers. What’s your pet peeve?
-Jude
Oh, that’s simple: It’s the fact that I must get an entirely new set of cords and charging blocks and God knows what else every time I upgrade one of my devices. Like please don’t tell me that this specific USB is so much better than the old USB that you need to make me pay hundreds of dollars to have everything be able to simply charge a phone.
-V
So you’re saying your pet peeve is . . . capitalism.
-J
Hahahah omg yes, that’s true and I’m in marketing. Shit I’m a hypocrite.
-V
Chapter Five
Veronica
At the curb outside my apartment building, Clara pops the trunk on her small SUV and we round the car, staring, shivering in the biting January air. The size of the desk chair looked completely normal on display in the store, but the nondescript box it comes in—in pieces—is massive. Standing outside the store, we weren’t sure it would fit.
The answer is no, it did not fit . . . and yet we made it. The corners of the box are smashed, but the salesman assured us that the contents would be fine because of all the Styrofoam. I really hope he’s right, because this chair cost an arm, a leg, and a chunk of my self-respect when I remembered I’d have to send Jude the receipt.
Now to get it out of the car.
With us both bundled in our heavy winter gear, we look like marshmallow Peeps. It takes one of us squeezing into the collapsed back seat and the other pulling from the outside to get the box out, but we manage. I take one side and Clara takes the other, and we side-shuffle our way toward the doors to my building.