Somewhere around hour two, sitting on your couch, trying to re-pair your earbuds while your watch throws errors and your smart lock has locked you out of your own home, the feeling crystallizes:
I am doing a job.
Just yesterday I was looking at my wristwatch and appreciating the fact that it just sits there, telling me the time.
I can’t articulate the feeling as well as Terry Godier has, so I won’t try.
