A tale of two compliments

The last several days of my job have been spent trying to produce something against an absurdly tight deadline. It's not been a fun project. At the end of today someone praised the work I'd done. I looked upon the mess of compromised code I'd written using an unfamiliar platform, desperately cobbled together in an effort to produce something, anything, that worked on time and blanched inside.

But Wednesday evenings I spend juggling in Camden, and at the end of the night someone told me that a move I've been practicing was "very beautiful".

One of those compliments I shall carry with me for many years to come.

I'll leave it to you, dear reader, to guess which.