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  • The Great Phone Mishap: Why I Can’t Be Trusted with Autocorrect Anymore

    The Great Phone Mishap: Why I Can’t Be Trusted with Autocorrect Anymore



    We’ve all been there. You’re firing off a text, fingers flying across the keyboard, feeling like a digital Mozart composing a symphony of words. Then, you hit send without a second glance, only to be blindsided by the most embarrassing autocorrect blunder known to mankind.

    The Day Autocorrect Nearly Ruined My Life

    It was a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. I was texting my friend, Sarah, about meeting for our weekly pottery class. “Can’t wait for pottery tonight! I’m dying to try that new glaze, it looks fire,” I typed, feeling super hip with my slang.

    A second later, Sarah responded, “Wait, what’s wrong with your grandma?!”

    Confused, I scrolled up. There, in all its autocorrected glory, was my message: “Can’t wait for pottery tonight! I’m dying to try that new glaze, it looks dire.”

    Dire? DIRE?! My phone, in its infinite wisdom, had decided that “fire” (meaning awesome, obviously) was far too pedestrian. Instead, it opted for “dire,” a word that conjured images of my poor grandmother on her deathbed (she’s fine, by the way, thankfully not dire at all).

    After I sheepishly explained the situation to Sarah (who was, thankfully, laughing hysterically by then), I vowed to be more careful. But, alas, the autocorrect gods had other plans for me.

    The Case of the Mistaken Identity (and My Very Confused Boss)

    A few weeks later, I found myself in another autocorrect-induced predicament. I was emailing my boss about an upcoming project, feeling very professional and on top of things. “Just wanted to update you on the presentation. I’m putting the finishing touches on it now and will send it over shoon!” I wrote, eager to demonstrate my efficiency.

    Except, it wasn’t “shoon” I intended to type. Oh no, it was “soon.” But my phone, in its never-ending quest to spice up my vocabulary, decided that “shoon” was a perfectly acceptable (and professional, apparently) word.

    My boss, being the wonderful and understanding human he is, simply replied, “Shoon? Is that some new project management term I’m not aware of? 😉”

  • That Time I Accidentally Joined a Clown Convention

    That Time I Accidentally Joined a Clown Convention



    The Wrong Turn to Clown Town

    We’ve all been there. You’re late, rushing, and blindly follow your GPS’s instructions. “Turn left in 50 feet… 25 feet… now!” And BAM! You’re not at your quiet, little yoga retreat, but staring down a hallway filled with… clowns.

    That’s right, folks. Yours truly, a firm believer in minimalist fashion and quiet contemplation, somehow ended up at the annual “Clowning Around for Joy” convention. The air was thick with the scent of popcorn, face paint, and something vaguely reminiscent of a petting zoo (don’t ask).

    something about the sheer absurdity of the situation, the sheer volume of rainbow wigs and oversized shoes, rooted me to the spot. I mean, what were the chances?

    Before I could make my escape, a friendly clown with a purple wig and a nose that lit up like a Christmas tree approached me. “Well, hello there, friend! You look like you could use a balloon animal! Giraffe? Elephant? How about a unicycle-riding poodle?”

    I mumbled something about not wanting to take away from a paying customer (was that even a thing here?). He just laughed, a booming, infectious sound, and said, “Nonsense! Laughter is free, my friend. And trust me, we’ve got plenty to go around!”

    Lessons from a Clown: Finding Joy in the Unexpected

    I ended up spending the next hour being thoroughly entertained. I watched a juggling workshop (impressive!), learned the art of balloon twisting (less impressive), and even got a crash course in applying clown makeup (let’s just say I won’t be quitting my day job).

    But the most valuable lesson I learned that day wasn’t about juggling chainsaws or fitting into a tiny car. It was about embracing the unexpected, finding joy in the absurd, and remembering not to take ourselves too seriously.