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    VALUE.

    Half my job could be done by AI. I’m just a warm body in a chair. I need to make a change before I turn into dust here.

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    QUITTING.

    I am seriously thinking of walking away. Why do I stay? Because it’s what I know? I’m better than this corporate nightmare.

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    THE BOSS.

    Biga Bosso is seriously testing my newfound zen. The work is so meaningless. I sit at a desk and move numbers for a guy who barely blinks.

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    PACE.

    Biga Bosso tried to ruin my day. It deflected right off me. I have an invisible shield of good vibes. Try harder, Bosso!