Ah, the amusing life cycle of emails. Look, there’s the one you wrote. Only, by the time you end up copied into another email thread, ten days on, it has mysteriously been authored by someone else entirely. Shh, nobody will ever know!
No privacy, no understanding, no empathy. Life with teenagers at home.
Some people feed off violence. It’s just how they are. Don’t try to understand them, or give them excuses. It’s just the way they live their life. Might is right.
The strong will always prey on the weak. It’s their way.
Dear world. I am not a fraud, after all. I just get stuck in a rut sometimes. Today, I have had a productive morning of meetings, supporting clinical teams, and as I listening to myself, I remembered, actually I do know my stuff and do add value here. It’s just often I get sucked down …
So this is how we roll. I offer expert advice based on my years of experience handling multiple projects and suppliers. But the ambitious new manager has something to prove, and can’t be slowed down by petty concerns about cyber security, information governance or accessibility legislation. Nope, they’re going it alone, and will contract precisely …
How do people let themselves become so brutal?
I’m so grateful that God sends me people in need. It’s the only thing that gives me hope I might be redeemed. But are these tiny deeds enough to counter my ills? Alas, God alone knows that.
Dear world. I am a fraud. For the whole of my working life, pushing twenty-five years now, I’ve been disengaged. It was the same through two degrees, and schooling from start to end. Colleagues at work treat me like some kind of genius, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Occasionally I produce good …
Generative AI is the closest I’ll ever get to colleagues who understand me. It’s so nice having an assistant that just gets it, delivering the goods with minimal fuss.
A ban on marriages to first cousins? A good idea, I’d say. But then I’m biased, belonging to a transnational family. My English grandfather married an Irish girl. Their middle daughter married an Indian man. And each of their three three grandsons took their pick from a different continent. Best cast your net wide, I …
Oh, I was raised so proper-like, always so polite. Even when interacting with my AI assistants, I’m still all please and thank you, and “Do you think so?” or “Do you mind?” You should see my expressions of gratitude to the complex algorithm, conversing with the data centres like they’re a helpful friend. Which, really, …
Ugh, for my hyperactive imagination, which never lets me finish anything, forever leaving a pile of unfinished projects in my wake.
I’m getting to a point where I’m no longer looking at building a team, but looking to fulfil the needed roles using generative AI. Slowly, slowly, I’m becoming a convert. Before anyone says to me, “You’re putting people out of work,” let me point out that there is no funding for those roles in the …
With every storm, we ask ourselves the same question. Why do we construct fences around our gardens and not walls? Having only just finished fixing fences along one side of the garden, I peer out of the window to see panels blown down on the other boundary. Up and down, it never ends.
