Alright, listen—listen—LISTEN. I'm seeing all this talk about burnout, and yeah, fine, whatever, we can all pretend we’re overworked for a minute. But then I scroll down, and BAM. We got a nominee. We got a strong nominee for the Dumb Sh*t Award. And it's not even close.
"New York Times Wordle." "NYT Crossword." You see what I'm saying though? People are out here talking about burnout, about the crushing weight of their jobs, about existential dread, and then they're spending God-knows-how-many hours a day trying to guess five-letter words and fill in black and white squares. C'mon, boss. Don't do that. That's not a mistake… that's a lifestyle. You're *choosing* to stress yourself out with a damn puzzle, and then you're complaining about "burnout"? Respectfully… no. That's crazy… but it's also you. Tommy, hit the button. HIT the button. What do you even say to that?