Sam builds our app, wins our games, and bakes the cookies. This is where we keep the receipts. New pages get taped in as they happen.
September 18, 2026
Sam braved a hurricane in Iowa (a fake one) and brought warm cookies to the office. Perfectly oversized, a thin layer of crunch, a gooey middle, chunky salt flakes. Nate took it to LinkedIn, where he also disclosed that Sam sometimes sets popcorn on fire "on accident" so the cute firemen show up.
“Our first core value is Excellence. Sam, these cookies are the embodiment of Excellence.”
Nate Wells, on LinkedIn
Read Nate's postAugust 31, 2026
Sam was just trying to warm up her pasta, when everything went amiss. Poor Sam :(
“It's lunchtime at the office but the saxophones keep getting louder.”
The caption on the clip
September 1, 2026
The countdown opens, and nobody outside the building knows the answer. Comment GUESS on the post to get on the VIP list, or take your shot on the countdown page.
Take a guessJuly 28, 2026
Sam called Nate, her boss, posing as a recruiter running a reference check on Nicole, who is her sister and also her coworker. Her apology to Nate ran to three words and a sad face. The comments were less forgiving.
“Sam this is cruel.”
@nipothitakis, in the comments
Ongoing
Not helped build. Built. If you are reading The Pour Over on your phone, you are standing inside something Sam made.
Any given team night
“She takes games very intensely. You have been warned.”
The rest of the staff, unanimously
Whenever we are lucky
Excellent. Not up for debate. The only real complaint anyone has ever registered is that there were not more of them.
Since birth
Sam has a lot of cousins. Every attempt to pin down the exact number has ended in a revised, higher number.
Daily, allegedly
The evidence is thin. She fits a suspicious amount of work into 16 to 18 waking hours, and nobody has produced proof of the other six.
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