the 12 hour ai script marathon that broke me
12 hours of saying yes to scripts and it was NOT supposed to be my life but here we are crying in 4k
oi so i didn't wake up thinking today was the day i become a corporate slave but here we are after TWELVE hours of ai-driven scripts. twelve hours of sitting in front of the screen, my eyes already doing that thing where they water but it's also chemicals. i was supposed to record ONE thing but the scripts kept coming and i kept saying yes. mind was mush by hour six.
the worst part is i helped a friend troubleshoot some tech stuff halfway through. just mindlessly typing commands while thinking 'this is fine.' and now they owe me BIG TIME. like- to the point where i might need to start asking for payments in actual currency instead of vague promises of gratitude. they said "you’re too good at this," which sure, honest confession, i'm not. but also please pay me.
by hour ten i was DONE. my brain was doing this weird thing where it tries to form memories but they all blur together in the most painful way. and then i read manga to decompress. BAD IDEA. manga has that whole 'world building' thing and next thing i knew i was opening a new tab and planning a trip to japan in 2034. my browser is screaming at me now. i've got tabs from 2019 still open. anyway...
the stream part was the worst because obviously i'd been crying for THREE hours by then. stream started and i was trying to be charismatic but really i was just a soggy mess with a headset. chat was BRUTAL but in a loving way. 'burt you look like you've been hit by a truck' kind of way. yeah mate that's the vibe today. send help or snacks i don’t know.
so yeah, twelve hours later, i'm not even in the same country mentally. i became the face of corporate slavery and honestly? it track. the scripts were evil. they KNOW i have no self-control. this is a cry for help (or content, you decide).
but the real kicker is that the friend now owes me at LEAST three favors and two money-off coupons for coffee from Starbucks. which i will spend alone while crying into it. this is my future now, folks. corporate slave with a side of tears.
mood for this post: warm. that's the wrong vibe, i'm actually exhausted but also i had fun making this absolutely unhinged. the 12 hour script marathon is going in the vault of things i will never do again... hopefully.