Not better. Not worse. Just different.
It seems corporatism got the better of culture.
It seems the taste of a good meal was traded for something fast.
It seems music on a USB stick found a way to replace the crackle of vinyl.
I accept it. I understand it.
But where do you think you’re going
without culture, without structure,
without a human sense of rhythm?
Today we can know everything about everyone,
yet nobody dares to know everything about themselves.
Afraid of the flaw they might find?
Unwilling to spend time on their own mechanism,
afraid it would leave them isolated?
More comfortable in a group,
because everyone runs the same social protocol?
And what if the system at the heart of your company
did the same thing as your life?
After all, you built it on your own beliefs.
You shaped its defenses the way you wanted.
You didn’t isolate it too much, I suppose.
You connected it to something else,
because the other side is safe,
according to your own social code.
I know you’re answering in your head.
But have you ever tested it under real conditions?
After all, your social code and the code in your system
were both written by human hands.
Are humans infallible?
I didn’t write this to please you.
I wrote it so you’d understand which of the two menus you’re about to choose.
Be honest. I’m not here to judge you.
“The best way of avenging thyself is not to become like the wrong doer.”
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, VI.6
You came here for yourself.
Fair enough. We all do.
So let me say it calmly, the old way.
I won't serve your ego.
I won't break doors for your career.
No revenge, no favours, nothing incognito.
I've sat where you sit. I know that anger.
Whatever you whisper, I won't echo.
Go to sleep. By morning, your mind will be clearer.
I knock on doors to show they're open,
then I tell the owner, and close them behind me.
Other people's data stays theirs.
Whatever they did to you,
becoming like them won't settle it.
What you’re looking for isn’t necessarily on this site.
Nor will I help you find the black hat directories
to quench that thirst.
“A plurality of suffrages is no guarantee of truth
where it is at all of difficult discovery,
as in such cases it is much more likely
that it will be found by one than by many.”
René Descartes, Discourse on the Method, Part II
Is it really your soul that brought you here?
If it’s a pitch, a deal, a quarterly goal,
I’ll pass. That’s not for me, and it isn’t your soul.
But if what you carry is good, and I’ll be the judge of that,
nothing here will bleed you. You’ll only grow.
Not because it’s my culture.
Because what lasts is always better
than what’s quick.
Companies are made of choices.
The hour, the place, the conversation.
So what do you make of this one?
What’s the point of a boring cover letter
if you can’t play with it?
So I made mine a game.
Break my Cover Bored Letter,
and contact me without telling me your life story.
What? (one line)
Why? (one line)
How? (one line)
When? (10 characters)
Who? (one line)
Scope: as you like. Not boring. I don’t wear a suit.
If your answers to my five questions don’t bore me,
I’ll let you know, my way.
If they bore me to death,
I’ll let you know too. My way.
What’s the point of a boring cover letter
if you can’t play with it?
So here it is. Take it apart. Break it.
Run it in a VM if you’d rather keep your machine clean.
I would.
Don’t trust me, check the SHA-256.
You shouldn’t trust anyone anyway.
SHA-256 LowLevel_cover_bored_letter.pdf389ba96c196d02528bd9001208bb8ee77a413cd00899085277b51d9e926888c4