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The Pointless Peak
Nobody took the piano. She just can't find the reason to sit down at it anymore, because the reason used to be that it was fun and now there's a better product available in thirty seconds.
Ten Hours at a Desk, and Where the Joy Actually Showed Up
My payoff comes at the end of the day, silently, in a journal, in a currency she can't spend. She doesn't get any of it in real time. What she gets in real time is a guy at a desk with his head down who isn't laughing. I got paid. She watched me not get paid.