![]() It was the equivalent of setting down a long book to pick up your phone when its screen flashes white, then forgetting about the book entirely. When the tech world rang the bell, my subconscious-hungry, ambitious, curious-answered. I wanted my life-as Anna Wiener writes in her incisive new memoir Uncanny Valley-to “pick up momentum, go faster.” I was growing restless I was getting bored. ![]() But the work, like my debt repayments, felt slow, hard, and uncertain it required patience and faith in the long game, two qualities which I’d never needed to cultivate before. This was also, incidentally, a time when I had finally begun to do the kind of writing I found meaningful and interesting. Sixteen months prior, the company had divined my profile out of the algorithmic ether of LinkedIn, during a period in my life when the sight of my student loan repayment date would send me into days-long cycles of incapacitating self-pity. ![]() ![]() MCD, 288 pages.Īt the end of October, I left an archetypal tech job at a secretive and controversial big data analytics start-up, with whom I signed an NDA more binding than my marriage vows. ![]()
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