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Day 20: N for Notifications

Here's a poem made up of my day in notifications:

08:00 : Uh-oh, you have a missed alarm!
08:05: Read good morning message forwards to feel calm?
08:30: Here's a roundup of all the useless news.
08:31: Which party do you support? Share your views.

09:00: The train schedule. Assuming you aren't late today too.
09:05: Just take a cab. You know that's what you want to do.
09:30: Congrats. You just wasted $15 on a cab.
09:33: 9,980 steps to go. Walk more, if you want lose all that flab.

10:00: Get ready for your first meeting.
10:05: There are bills to be paid. Should I keep repeating?
10:30: Aww, Kareena's baby got hurt in a play date.
10:35: Breathe in, breathe out. Reminder to meditate.

13:00: Chinese. Mexican. What do you want to eat?
13:05: Be strong. Remember your diet plan. Don't cheat.
13:30: You just paid $10 at a fast food place.
13:30: On an unrelated note, 9800 steps to go. It's not a race.

16:00: The next two hours are packed. You look busy.
16:05: Virat posts cute pic. Twitter goes into tizzy.
17:00: Just confirming, are you attending gym class?
17:05: 9700 steps to go. Move your lazy ass.

20:00: Smart downloads enabled. Should I start the next episode?
20:05: You just read 1 book this month? Your progress has slowed!
23:00: Last episode of this show. Here's a new show you might enjoy.
00:00: You need 8 hours of sleep. Don't fall for Netflix's ploy.

00:45: Alarm set for 06:00. Goodnight.
00:46: Let's make that alarms, so you can snooze till 8, alright?
01:00: Pssst. Still awake? Time for some Instagram?
01:01:Turning on "Do not disturb" mode. Welcome, calm.

Comments

  1. I realised that I have no notifications at all :|
    The Dude is my alarm.
    Zo is my reminder.
    My tired eyes are my notification to go to sleep.
    I am quite useless. Yes.

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  2. In my last company there was a team experimenting on how much notification is just enough 😀 so are the ways of modern corporate.

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