The succulent had lost two leaves in the box and I hadn't noticed until I set it on the table next to my coffee. The laptop screen threw a blue rectangle on the ceiling. I clicked on the data-analytics certificate because it had four-point-nine stars and a logo I recognized from a billboard on the 405. Fourteen hundred dollars. I hit Enroll before the coffee was done. The badge was a little gold hexagon and I screenshot it before the screen even finished loading. Tomas sent back a fire emoji and then nothing.
The Badge Drawer
The transit authority's open-data portal had seventeen files and I downloaded all of them before realizing I needed the one called `stops_fall_ridership_amended_FINAL_v2. csv`. The formula broke on the second night and the error said `#REF! ` and Google said eleven different things and I tried six of them. The mug had a cartoon cactus on it and I refilled it at 1 a.
The contract came through on a Tuesday and I opened the project-management certificate that same night, clicked through the intro video, marked module one complete. Three weeks later the tab was the ninth one over, behind the client's Jira board and a Google Doc called `SOW_DRAFT_v4_FINAL_ACTUAL. docx` and a flight I'd been meaning to book. Module two had a progress ring frozen at eleven percent, and the notification badge had gone gray - which I hadn't known it could do. The platform's last email to me had the subject line *We miss you* and I'd moved it to a folder called Later without opening it.
The certificate had a crease across the hexagon where the book's spine had pressed it for two months, maybe three. I smoothed it flat with my palm on the desk. The succulent had filled out, thick and waxy now, the pale new leaf gone dark and certain. I opened the calendar before I opened the platform, and typed *send application - Meridian Group* into Thursday at nine - and clicked Save, and only then clicked the tab with the gray notification badge. The crease didn't come out all the way.
Meridian Group sent a calendar invite two days later, nine in the morning, a video call with a name I didn't recognize and the subject line *Technical Screen - Data Role*. I opened the course platform the night before and looked at the module on pivot tables for forty minutes without touching the keyboard. The transit file was still on the desktop, the one I'd rebuilt three times - and I dragged it into the screen-share folder instead. The interviewer asked me to walk through something I'd actually done, and I talked about the #REF error and the six things I'd tried, and she leaned forward a little in the thumbnail, and I watched her do it. The pivot-table module still had its green checkmark, untouched - correct.
The Recruiter's Blank Spreadsheet
The offer letter came as a PDF and I printed it without reading the salary line first, which I'd never done before. The transit file was still on the desktop, and I moved it into a folder I named `work_that_mattered` and then immediately felt embarrassed about that, so I renamed it `archive_2024`. The project-management certificate was still in the book, creased - and I put it in the recycling bin by the desk and then took it back out and put it in the drawer with the dead batteries. The succulent had gone root-bound in its pot, white roots pressing through the drainage hole, needing more room than I'd given it. I ordered a bigger pot before I ordered anything else.
The new job sent a Slack message on the third day with a link to a learning-management system and a checklist called *Onboarding Paths* and my name pre-filled at the top. There were eleven courses and a due date of thirty days out and a progress bar at zero percent, a thin gray line. I clicked the first one, watched a woman explain a concept I'd broken my head against at 1 a. m. with the cactus mug - and she made it sound like weather, like something that simply happened.
The onboarding checklist had a field at the bottom called *Learning Goals* and I typed something about stakeholder alignment and deleted it and typed it again. My manager sent a Slack thread on Friday with a file called `churn_raw_q3. xlsx` and a message that said *take a look before Monday, no rush*. I opened the course platform in the next tab, the one with the green checkmarks, and sat there. Then I closed it and opened the file.
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