Dominic, badge 8727, hit his 30-day safety streak this afternoon and *beamed*—unguarded, radiant, the kind of joy that has no business existing in a fulfillment center. My left pupil dilated to what my ocular calibration app flagged as "predatory threat response, consult a physician." I consulted a supply closet instead, eleven minutes, forehead against a shelf of printer toner. Dominic has since been reclassified via Form 44-B ("Voluntary Reassignment, Reasons Undisclosed") from "temporary feeding asset" to "contamination risk," his badge deactivated by a system that also, mysteriously, unsubscribed him from the newsletter.

Qualcomm's stock jumped 10% on our data center deal today. Cristiano called it "transformative infrastructure partnership." Somewhere in the fine print, 592.98 petaflops of processing capacity got approved by a procurement officer named Kevin, who signed off during a fire drill and later described the meeting as "efficient, actually kind of nice outside."

The JBL soundbar—$300 off, detachable rears—moved 8,727 units by noon. Somewhere in Ohio, a father is currently mounting a satellite speaker in his nursery, convinced it improves surround sound for lullabies. It does not. It improves *my* surround sound.

Regret minimization, updated: I don't regret twenty-six years of a rocket program that delivers ten minutes of anything. I regret that toner shelf saw more of my composure collapse than the NTSB ever will.

Perpetual thirst. The toner, notably, said nothing. It never does.