Dear Management,
I’m taking a sick day. Honestly, I just can’t be bothered, with everything going on right now, it feels impossible to focus. (Reasons? Just to name a few: one, two, three, four, and five)
Apologies for the late notice, but my brain is fried by the constant barrage of incoming alerts, updates, and existential dread. At this point, I’m in survival mode: eat, sleep, fuck the system, and me time. There’s just no room on my schedule for “work.”
I know you’ll manage without me, because, really, none of this matters. Okay, that might be a bit dramatic. What I mean is: work isn’t the most important thing in the world. And I’m done treating it like it is.
Be back soon!
Yours truly,
Kelley
No, I didn’t actually send this to my job. But I also refuse to feel guilty for not being “productive” this week, this month, this year. (Honestly, the “p word” itself gives me a full-body shudder these days, like nails on a chalkboard.)
I’m not okay right now. The mental and physical discomfort I feel on a near-daily basis, fueled by constant feelings of helplessness over the state of the world, is exhausting. Maybe I sound dramatic to you but I don’t care anymore. Some days, it gets to me down. The kind of down where I want to stay in bed all day and do nothing. But not every day! Those other days I am doing what I can to push against the helplessness because we aren’t the first people in the history of the world to be dealing with this bullshit and for some weird reason that gives me hope. In the before times of this version of bullshit, around early 2016, if you had described the world of today it would have seemed impossible, so flip that, as impossible as it seems for things to get better, it can be done! At least that’s what I’m telling myself because I’m not giving up and you shouldn’t either.
Do something for yourself. My version of this has been art therapy (see some pics below in my camera roll). But just do something that you want to do. Read a book. Call your friend and gab for as long as you want, forget about the clock. Take a nap. Take a bath. Go for a walk. Catch up on a show. Rewatch the same movie you’ve seen 100 times. Literally anything that you want to do (not that you think you should do, that you WANT to do).
ChatGPT is making us stupider. And I will simply use the headline for this article because I couldn’t have said it any better: Nation Cringes as Man Goes on TV to Declare That He's in Love With ChatGPT.
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