Real real real. Not "I have a friend who reads this guy's blog who claims to know for a fact" real. Not even "I read this guy's blog and he says it's not an April Fool's joke" real. Well, maybe for you, gentle reader, it's exactly that real, but for me it's "I came to work for Google and got handed a dream assignment to design the UI for a
product that's going to change the world" real, and now I'm thrilled that my best kept secret was kept so well that even my close friends took the "it's gotta be a joke" path yesterday.
Nearly two months ago my Mom sent me an email, saying she read a piece in the newspaper speculating that Google was working on an email product.
"Really, Mom? That's interesting. It's funny how they press makes all kinds of speculations. First we're going IPO, then we're not, then we are, then we're waiting. We never said anything but the press likes to make stuff up."
Then I sent her email around to the team. Today several of them asked me if I'd come clean to my own Mom yet. I did. This morning. :-)
Большая часть людей, которые со мной привыкли общаться, время от времени жалуются на то, что им неизвестно почти ничего из того, над чем я работаю. Их это обижает, они считают, что это неправильно, хотят участвовать или быть в курсе, и им никак это не удаётся. Очень-очень характерная для нас, скрытных зверей, черта в поведении.