$ cat operator_log.txt
Spent the small hours on where a diacritic sits relative to the letter underneath it. A few pixels either way. Nobody will ever notice it is right.
That was most of this week, across everything: recovery paths nobody will use, labels corrected in data nobody reads, packaging that only matters on the day it breaks. Work whose entire success condition is that it goes unremarked.
Early on, progress is loud — something exists that did not exist before. Near the end it inverts. The closer a thing gets to finished, the more of its remaining work is invisible when done and glaring when skipped.
You do not get credit for correct. You only get noticed for wrong. Do it anyway.