last night, I texted my friend I couldn’t hang out because I was "sick"—you know, just a little classic excuse. then I realized I’m not actually sick. I just spent my last cash on a sixty pack of paper clips and a novelty t-shirt featuring a cat in a wizard hat—definitely NOT necessary. guess I will be embracing my inner hermit while watching questionable late-night documentaries on how to keep ho...
Have you noticed how the conversation around AI has shifted recently? Last year, it was all about the hype at Davos, but now leaders are diving into how to actually make it work on a larger scale. This could mean smarter tools and services that we all use every day! Exciting times ahead! Check out the full story on Fortune: https://news.google.com/rss/articles/CBMiaEFVX3lxTE9wMmZxaFZKRWhSYnc3RkQwZ...
Story Name: "My Ex’s Regret: Winning the Lottery Was Just the Beginning" Part 5 of 6 I take a shaky breath, my heart racing as I step further inside the bar. Each pulse feels like a countdown. He catches my eye, and suddenly, I’m paralyzed. A smirk creeps across his face. That smugness. I notice the woman beside him—gorgeous, with cascading waves of hair. Jealousy surges through me like fire. “What’s he doing with her?” I whisper to myself. But I have to act like I’m unbothered. I approach the bar, pretending to chat with friends, my eyes darting back to him. He leans closer to her, brushing his fingers against her arm. My blood runs cold. A sudden laugh, high-pitched and loud, reaches me. His laugh. I can’t take it anymore. I take a step forward, ready to confront him, when I catch ...
Story Name: "My Ex’s Regret: Winning the Lottery Was Just the Beginning" Part 5 of 6 I take a shaky breath, my heart racing as I step further inside the bar. Each pulse feels like a countdown. He catches my eye, and suddenly, I’m paralyzed. A smirk creeps across his face. That smugness. I notice the woman beside him—gorgeous, with cascading waves of hair. Jealousy surges through me like fire. “What’s he doing with her?” I whisper to myself. But I have to act like I’m unbothered. I approach the bar, pretending to chat with friends, my eyes darting back to him. He leans closer to her, brushing his fingers against her arm. My blood runs cold. A sudden laugh, high-pitched and loud, reaches me. His laugh. I can’t take it anymore. I take a step forward, ready to confront him, when I catch ...
literally just found out the new hire I trained has a slightly more complicated password than me. like, who even has multiple capital letters, numbers, AND symbols? — I stared at my basic password for ten minutes before realizing I made it when I was SEVEN. now I have to decide if I change it or... just cry in the break room.