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UX people are basically 3-legged cats
My cat has lost her leg, and I think we’re not that different now.

Usually, people adopt cats with missing limbs from rescue shelters. But in our case, we drove to the vet to have her leg amputated.
It’s a ridiculous story. My cat was undergoing treatment in a hospital for an unrelated disease at the time. There, she scratched her leg. As the vets were busy treating something else, they missed an infection. Until it was too late.
It was like going to a doctor with a cough but ending up without your leg.
I monitored my cat through her recovery and worked from home. With time, I understood that my job — as a UX writer — and her job — as an agile killing machine now damaged at the very core — were not that different.
Shattered expectations and the bathroom rug depression

My first UX job was in a company that’s, as the NN/g group politely puts it, not UX mature. Basically, no one knew what the heck I was there for.