Productivity

I have got Claude to create an agent called ‘The AI Grandad Story Agent’ which is able to write short stories for me. Here is one of them…

They gave me a certificate last Tuesday. Employee of the Month, February, laminated and everything. Karen from HR stood in the break room and started clapping, so everyone else did too, because that’s what you do when Karen starts clapping. The certificate has my name spelled wrong. Darryn instead of Darren. I didn’t like to say anything.

What I do, specifically, is remove the defective units from the line before they reach packaging. A defective unit is any unit that fails the pressure test. The machine tells me which ones fail. I remove them and place them in the red bin. Someone else deals with the red bin. I don’t know who. I’ve worked here eleven years and I don’t know what we manufacture. The units are grey. They are approximately the size of a fist. Management said knowing the end-use wasn’t relevant to my role, and I suppose they’re right.

My targets went up in January. They went up in January last year too. I asked Adrian, my line manager, whether they would go up again next January, and he said I was demonstrating a really negative attitude and that the certificate was meant to be a morale intervention. I nodded and said thank you for the certificate.

I have three hundred and fourteen Februaries left before retirement, assuming the pension age doesn’t move again. Which I am quite sure it will.