As you may have noticed, our team has a prophets' grasp on the meaning of "methodology." In our defense, our last meeting was 17 minutes long, and our notes are still stuck in a sticky note on the fridge.
We start by making stuff up as we go along. It's a foolproof system, right? Our team is like a group of expert wingmen, wingwomen, and wing-something-elses.
When things go sideways,ประก as they inevitably do, we blame each other. It's all fun and games until someone actually gets fired, and then we all pretend it never happened.
We've been there, done that, got theประก and the T-shirt. Our team is a master class in prophets of regret, and we're prophets to prophets.
Want to see our team's illustrious history? Here's the Appendix of Regret.
Want to see our next prophets' meeting notes? It'll probably be a disaster.