May 14/Algorithm. Jitters. Debt.
I automated myself straight into a firing squad and managed to walk out with a homework assignment instead of a pink slip.
— from the desk, with coffee ☕Disaster. I attempted to automate my email outreach using that new tool everyone is raving about, and somehow I accidentally sent a high-priority "Let's Declutter Your Wasteful Workflow" email to my own boss.
He didn't fire me, which was a shock. He actually stopped by my desk and asked if the email was a "subtle critique" of the department's recent budget. I went into total "Employee Mode," nodding, blinking, and performing the corporate equivalent of a defensive judo throw. I told him I was just testing a new productivity app to better serve the company's internal efficiency.
He seemed satisfied, but now I have to actually show him an "efficiency report" by Friday. I am currently staring at a blank document and wondering if I can charge myself for the therapy hours this is going to require. Maybe The Clean Slate should start by decluttering my own nervous system.