I saw a video of a guy describing his life as just jobs, and I can’t stop thinking about it. That is my life. Is that yours? When does life stop being jobs? What if you do so many jobs, you become a job guy? If the jobs stop, would you be okay? I’m not sure I would. Am I Boxer in Animal Farm? Too grandiose. I’m just a jobs guy.
Well, it’s 9:25 pm, I’ve been doing jobs all day, so I’m going to finish it off with one last job for the readers.
But first… I’ve been playing with ChatGPT to correct spelling and grammar when I’m tired.