Worth It In The End?
He can’t help but be impressed really… the guy has skills, it’s as simple as that.
He hears his co-workers grumbling in the break room about ‘that damn xkit guy’ posting a fix for something they updated earlier in the day, and he supposes he should be annoyed, since it’s an update he worked on the coding for. Except, he never wanted to write the code in the first place, because the update was a stupid idea and no-one wanted it, but Zachariah had shouted him down in the progress meeting when he’d tried to voice that thought - just like every other time - and so he’d kept his head down and written it. Now there’s a strange warmth in the pit of his stomach, and he’s fighting to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching up into a smile as he thinks about the thousands of users downloading a patch to put things back the way they were 24 hours ago.
It starts to happen more and more often, feeling that secret thrill whenever he hears about xkit guy, and he can’t help but be intrigued about who this guy really is.
He snaps when Zachariah shouts at him yet again when he dares to suggest that there are more useful things they could be doing than changing the colour of the reblog button and before he can think about it too deeply, he submits a message to xkit guy from his personal blog.
Hey Xkit Guy… so I’m on the tumblr staff, and I can’t convince them not to go with these dumb updates, and I know our users just download the extensions to get rid of them as soon as they can, so how about next time I just let you know what we’re going to do before we do it so you can get a head start?
He feels twitchy for the rest of the afternoon, constantly checking for a response and growing more and more anxious as he hears nothing back, worried sick that the guy will decide to email his bosses and tell them what he did.
Just as he’s about to head home, he sees it: that little white square that tells him he has a message (and really… why did they ever change it from red to white - what was the point?) and clicks with trepidation.