I’ve just reached a level of competency at work where my coworkers can make the move of expecting things from me. Today, I was asked to do some loss triangles but the requester had some questions and so my boss and my boss’s boss sat in my cube and watched me do it. So, two people who combined probably make eight times as much as me watched me decide if I wanted to use Match + Index or Vlookup to spit out a value. I think I would have been more comfortable had I been asked to do burlesque in Love Park.

I overcame this tension and had a six cheese lunch at DiBruno’s. I’ve concluded that cheddars and Stiltons seem to be my things. I guess dairy is the one case where I’ve embraced the British.