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I automated my paternity leave: calendar blocks, out-of-office, client emails, team notification. One trigger, everything fires. The trigger fired two weeks early. My wife was asleep.
Read post →I read my AI morning briefing as 400 lines of markdown in a terminal window for months. One sentence fixed it. I'm going to be mad about the wasted time forever.
Read post →Every AI session, you rebuild context from scratch. Who you are, what you're doing, how you think. That context is worth keeping. Leaving it in the chat window means you're destroying it every time you close the tab.
Read post →Every productivity guru says be more disciplined, use a planner, wake up at 5 AM. Discipline is not coming. It's not on the schedule. I checked.
Read post →My automation routed by name. Two people on my team had similar names. The bot had a favorite. It was the wrong one. Twelve tasks went nowhere for two weeks.
Read post →The AI apocalypse started not in a boardroom but in the inbox of someone who kept forgetting to follow up. Spoiler: that was me. You're probably scared of the wrong part.
Read post →He spent four hours doing an analysis once. I spent a weekend automating it. Now it runs every week without him. He knows. He's fine with it.
Read post →My neurologist says I have ADHD. My clients say I'm extremely organized. I built 1,300 automations so both things could be true at the same time.
Read post →My automated health score flagged an account as churn risk. Every signal pointed the same direction. I almost sent the retention pitch. Then I pulled the call transcript.
Read post →I spent six hours building a Python script to optimize my fishing trips. It accidentally fixed my customer health monitoring too. The fish remain unimpressed.
Read post →Every Friday I send my team personalized recognition DMs. A script scans their Slack activity and tells me what to look for first. The DM is mine. The research isn't. Both parts are real.
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