Last Saturday, the fam and I went to the State Fair of Texas. We took the Trinity Railway Express from Hurst to Dallas and hopped on the Dart Green line, where we were let out at the entrance of Fair Park. I had purchased tickets to the fair online, so they scanned my phone, and we were in.
It’s almost comical at this point, but every year, my mother-in-law gives me pistachios for Christmas. I don’t know if I ever told her that I liked pistachios. I do, but maybe not enough to advertise it.
I am a little slow to the game. Everyone around me has used ChatGPT and is living their best lives. But the other day, my coworker begged me to write a memo, and I said, “Why not use ChatGPT?”
My first real job was at an IT company just starting up in Fort Worth. There were seven of us at the time, and though we may not be in contact, I love them all to this day. I want to know that going in, despite the story you are about to read.