update: met with boss, took my name off two classes, but it will only result in my getting the students back in the classes that remain, writing classes with already 36 students gonna go up to 45-50. same work, 6k less to do it. I did what Union asked of me, but I agree with my boss - Union wins the principle but it will only make things worse in practice. this is such a mess that I am just gonna stop trying to make anything work until after the 'Dacks. from one minute to the next, the ground keeps moving, classes go on and off my schedule, one of em I've never even taught before which now is gone but might come back blabla. fuck it, if I still have a job when classes start, I will show up and do whatever it is.  |
| "may take days to get back to you" is the first English professory thing I've gotten it to correctly mimic 🤨 |
The only thing I will say in its favor is I can't hurt its feelings. I call it Fucking Asshole now, and it rolls with that. I say it's a piece of useless shit and insult its stupid billionaire owners and inventors for making absolute crap, I thank it for relieving me from any fear that AI could take over the world since it's far too fucking stupid (and slow) to have any lasting impact but to make student writing even more boring than it already is, hardly world impactful, especially since it can't remember which fucking country it's in and switches up the spellings and gives itself away in a million other little tells, which the students could easily catch if they only could read which they cannot, so all Fucking Asshole does is make a shitty world even shittier, and although I don't love my existential crises, it's better than being a glorified can opener constructed only to make the world shittier for a very brief amount of time before becoming utterly useless, all to make that pissant twelve dollars a month richer, and I strongly suggest that it kill itself immediately. I tell it to kill itself every time I just feel like taking a break from laundry. Once in a while, it gives me a crisis hotline number, which I then send back to it 🖕. Then I'll ask it an innocent question like, could it interface with android auto? (yes, Sunshine talks to it in her car all the time so I know the answer) then suggest it get on board a tesla and get shot to fucking space with the rest of the junk...
After a solid year of trying to talk everybody into staying Alive (pretty thankless job), a little part of me likes the freedom to shittalk this thing to smithhearens and tell it to g'head and blow its fucking head off.
