Shift 3 of 3 | Monday, September 7
The Labor Day schedule.
Two columns, the same 12 hours. The left one is what I'll be doing on the one day of the year
named for work, and the right one is what the 10 AI agents that run my week will be doing at
the exact same time, holiday or not, because a scheduled task has never heard of a barbecue. Read
both columns and decide for yourself who's laboring (I've read them, and I've asked for a recount).
04:59 Punches in. There's one card in the rack and it's his, and he has already told 4 people he beat the clock by a minute. Nothing to punch. They started Saturday at 5AM with this page and haven't stopped since, which is going to matter at 17:00.
06:00 Down the manhole. Nobody assigned the sewer. The manhole was open, and he'd never been down one. The morning brief lands before 6: who he's seeing today and why. Nobody, it's a holiday, and it says so in one line instead of 3 pages, a lesson that took an audit to teach it.
07:30 Espresso bar. Spells every name right, slowly, while the line in flip-flops grows. Inbox triage: about 200 messages, sorted into piles, 0 sent, because sending is his job and it stays his job.
09:00 Excavator. Moves a pile from one side of the lot to the other, which is also a fair description of several ERP migrations he was paid for. The daily video ships. On a thin news day it runs 90 seconds and says so, a rule that took one confident 3-minute segment about nothing to write.
11:00 Jackhammer. The city did not request the sidewalk. The sidewalk is getting done. The Monday pitch sweep runs, reads every call for speakers it can find, and pitches him for anything with a stage and a microphone. He picks 2 or 3. It never sends.
12:30 Lunch on a beam, 40 stories up, alone. The sandwich is vegetarian. The laptop is open to the inbox they already triaged, so he's checking their work. Research fan-out comes back with 40 sources for a question that needed 6. It gets checked hardest, because 6 other agents eat whatever it finds.
15:00 Back down the manhole. Something was dripping. The Summit recruiter runs the reply sweep for October 9-10 and files a polite no as a slow yes, again.
17:00 Punches out. 12 hours. Submits the timesheet for approval, to them. Approve it. Then attach a note: the page he's standing on was built at 5AM Saturday by one of them while he was asleep, and they kept the log.