When Work Becomes a Game, Someone Is Always Keeping Score When The Mayor asked Ismar about gamification, I was already smiling a little inside, because I could imagine where Ismar would go with it. For him, this idea itself sounds like one of those modern things where people take a simple responsibility and make it…
The Strange Game of Being Good When The Mayor asked me what I thought about “gamification of tasks,” I had to stop a little. Not because the word is difficult, but because the idea itself is strange to me. I suppose gamification means trying to make something hard become less hard, or maybe more attractive….
There are moments when life loses its proper size. A small thought becomes a weather system.A simple decision becomes a mountain.A sentence someone said in passing moves into the mind, takes off its shoes, puts its feet on the table, and refuses to leave. Nothing dramatic has happened. Nobody has burned down a building. Nobody…
Chapter One As I stood on the edge of the cliff, the world felt hyper-focused and entirely surreal. The wind whipped violently, but the realization hit me with a sickening stillness: I was too late. “Please don’t jump! Don’t do it, Nicola!” I screamed, my voice cracking against the expanse of the drop. Nicola stood…
1. Fruitloop: The Questions from Fruitloop University I came into this thinking experiment with my own plan. I had questions from Froot Loop University, and as usual, they looked playful on the surface but carried little traps underneath. That is the point. A good Fruitloop question must sound ridiculous enough to make The Mayor laugh,…
Some days, I sit and wonder: what exactly am I missing? Why does today feel calm and relaxed, while others are a frantic rush backed up with mountains of work, impossible schedules, laundry peaks, and a complete lack of dinner ideas? I’ve checked, and even Google doesn’t have the answer to that one. I think,…
When Fruitloop called me for the lesson, I was already prepared for chaos. Not bad chaos. Just the normal kind. The funny kind. The kind where we start speaking about balance in life and somehow finish with flamingos making shrimp pizza. Honestly, with Fruitloop, this is very normal. First, she told me we had to…
Some mornings feel like a race before the starting whistle even blows. When Janita called me for our English meeting, my husband was busy leaving, I was tired from too much work, and honestly, I still felt half asleep. The night before had been busy because I had training in the evening and only went…
There are business lunches. There are strategy meetings. And then there are the strange little intellectual expeditions that happen when Professor Fruitloop decides to open the doors of “Fruitloop University” and drag me through higher education whether I consent or not. Which, apparently, I did not. The lunch began innocently enough. Just the two of…
The weather had been behaving strangely for weeks, and everybody seemed to have a different opinion about it. One application promised sunshine, another storms, another wind. Even Fruitloop laughed about it because she remembered I’d been checking the forecast almost obsessively before the flea market. We only finished preparing the car at nine in the…
