Back to not sleeping.
My new role as AI editor is destroying my nervous system. Not the work itself, but the growing pile. The articles need more fixes than there are hours in a day.
Doesn’t help that it’s a full moon and an election. And that I have to vote in person, and there have been far too many reports of ballots changing D votes to R.
Believe me, if you see an R vote from me, assume it’s fraud.
But I was really up PISSED off that I have to edit a minimum of 3-5 AI slop articles a day (at best I do one, maybe two — I like to alternate with GOOD copy).
When I was hell fucking bent on WRITING more MYSELF.
Look, I know that the system is designed to keep you working til you die.
Oh wait that’s my spending.
In any event, I was up worrying about stuff all night so now it’s 5 am and I have no energy to tackle that stuff. That I was working on till 8 pm.
Would have taken me less time … and would have reflected far more favorably on the company … if I just wrote an article myself.
Like, wrote-wrote. Not AI vomited.
I’ve got Claude pretty trained to spot horeseshit. He actually said hey this pile of steaming garbage has different earnings dates than the steaming pile of garbage you ran through me on Friday.
I checked and he was right — Team AI gave me four wrong earnings dates in a Friday piece.
I updated the Friday piece … and accidentally broadcast it to the email list.
The new rule is only broadcast the best stuff. I mean, that’s common sense but it allows for stuff I wouldn’t personally read if I weren’t paid to, to go onto the website.
Fortunately my girl was able to stop it in time. I swear I was smelling burnt toast from the stroke I almost had.
But man if this era doesn’t hurry up and end soon … I am seriously and honestly thinking of turning my midlife crisis into an afterlife crisis.