Make a census of the shittiest fucking work on Earth and start automating from there. In 10 years the shittiest job will be feeling ennui smoking a long cigarette under a crescent moon on a little Perisian rooftop
Make a census of the shittiest fucking work on Earth and start automating from there. In 10 years the shittiest job will be feeling ennui smoking a long cigarette under a crescent moon on a little Perisian rooftop
On the off-grid commune that I lived on, literally the day after we put the finishing touches (door and railing) on our composting toilet, we woke up the next morning to find someone had just taken a messy poop on the floor. It ended up being someone with IBS who had arrived in the night and couldn’t navigate in time. By the time we figured that out, 2 people had just gone and cleaned it up. They were absolved from any chore expectations for the rest of the week.
Super simple stuff. Doing good stuff is… le good!
I mean we did have a big suspicion/rumor mill going around the breakfast fire for an hour and a half.
But the guy who’d just arrived was really apologetic and immediately volunteered to haul a bunch of wood. And that was the end of the “Things that go Dump in the Night” episode.