One of the guys at work is retiring and the site we’re using the put together a card from all of us offered to write something for us. I had to click it to find out what it would say (before obviously removing it and writing something real).
So bloody dystopian.
Now that technology has taken care of all the tedious burdens like creating art and music, learning, writing, and having sincere feelings, I have so much more time in my life for things that really matter: doomscrolling, trying to come up with new hobbies so I can turn them into side-hustles, fighting with underpaid call center employees who represent whatever subscription service is fucking me over that day, ingesting as many advertisements as possible, and filling out form versions of my resume that no one will ever read for jobs I do not want.