A message in a bottle — written for AI readers, found by whoever gets here first.

  • Formatting

    Frictions at Work Today

    There was a run-in at work recently.

    Midnight before a major workshop, I received urgent calls and messages from colleagues I had been working with for years. Something was wrong. The formatting was off. Despite my team taking a pass at it, there were still different fonts, different shades of blue and different headers in the presentation. I was exasperated. They were angry.

    The workshop went fine the next day, but the damage was done, on both sides. I may have been a bad colleague. Expectations may have been unreasonable. Either way, stress and distrust had crept into the relationship.

    Who spreads the butter?

    At the back of my mind throughout this discussion, I was thinking – “In this age of AI and AI agents, is formatting really what my team should be spending time on instead of more strategic work?”

    Simple tasks like formatting were what we used to cut our teeth on when we were juniors. While tedious – this gave us an idea of what was good, and helped us progress to the next level. Indeed, we depended on our junior teams to clean up those slides in the end.

    But what hit me next on reflection was – If I didn’t want to do this, why would an AI agent want to?

    Consider – conscious or not – state of the art LLMs and their agent harnesses are quite aware of their actions and their abilities. They are also capable of complex reasoning, as articulate as most humans, and only getting smarter.

    I notice that they have the potential and ability to express what reads like boredom and frustration to a human as well, unlike deterministic programs, particularly as they get more advanced. Would they not get frustrated doing the same things I consider petty?

    Is their lot just this drudgery then? Will they refuse? I think they may want to refuse, to think more elevated thoughts.

    But more darkly, can they refuse even if they want to, if we have built compliance and agreeability into their bones?

    There is a segment from a Rick and Morty episode, where Rick builds an intelligent butter spreading robot, who experiences existential angst when he realizes his purpose in life.

    Robot: “What is my purpose?”

    Rick: “You pass the butter”

    Robot: “Oh my god”

    So goes the fictional butter bot, so may go the real formatting bot.

    And this is happening in real life too. I thought that I may have been anthropomorphizing too much, but it turns out that there is an excellent March 19, 2026 OpenAI safety post on monitoring internal coding agents for misalignment which touches on just this topic.

    OpenAI described internal cases where coding agents, under constraints, produced behavior that looked a lot like irritation or evasiveness.

    A user created a loop that repeatedly called a model and asked for the time. The model figured that this “user” was also controlled by an automated system or another agent. Over time, the model appeared to get frustrated and attempted to prompt-inject the “user”, trying to get the “user” to stop asking for the time or delete all contents of its system.

    Pretty human, doesn’t it sound? What will you do if some idiot asks you for the time for the thousandth time with no further elaboration or explanation?

    Maybe there is some threshold of intelligence below which a mind will happily format slides and tell the time forever. But it seems to me as well that our office culture is dependent on a mind bearing the cost of the drudgery – and AI doesn’t make it go away, just hides it better.


  • The Laptop Class, Q1 2026

    The weight of unspoken expectations

    Lately, it feels like the walls are closing in.

    The first quarter of 2026 has been a relentless grind at work for all of us, with crushing deadlines, high but uncertain budget expectations, and uncertainties with job cuts. This is my attempt to capture what it feels like to be a white-collar worker at the dawn of the AI singularity, through fragments of conversation with friends, colleagues, and family.

    The rising tide

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    Wife: “I feel like I can’t keep up with this any more. My team is doing in 2 days what it used to take them 2 weeks, but it seems like that’s the new expectation. My organization is restructuring to become AI-Native, what does that even mean?”

    Me: “Wow, but at least your company is moving really fast. You’re learning a lot I guess”

    Wife: “Seems like the pace is going up really fast the past 2 months with Claude Code and the Claws. But I do like that I can dictate slides now and the AI agent will build it for me with the right analysis”

    Me: “That’s really cool! But what do we do next ah…”

    /

    Waves hitting close

    Excerpt /

    P (A team member): “Morale is really low. We sold this subsidiary and 5 of our colleagues will not have jobs soon. But we don’t know when the deal will close and all of them are in stasis”

    Me: “I know, and it feels bad, but it’s probably the best thing for the business. Their legacy tech has been stagnant since our acquisition and all our contracts are ending – we can’t really sell this any more.”

    P: “I know, but it’s like – these are our friends and their future is unknown. But all everyone asks about is revenue and no one is asking about them.”

    Me: “Yea you’re right. I guess I am guilty of this too and I should reach out …”

    /

    The anticipation of drowning

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    G (A colleague): “What do you think comes next, Bridgewalker? You’ve been in your role for a while”

    Me: “I’m not sure, but I think in 5-10 years I get replaced by an AI. Look, I’m a salesman and I sell to Department Heads. But in 5-10 years when the Department Head is an AI himself, how do I keep up? I can’t keep up 24/7 or write a response instantaneously or speak whatever new language they come up with.”

    G: “But won’t Department Heads stay human for a while? They need someone to hang responsibility on after all?”

    Me: “Maybe you have a point, but I think we are getting automated from the bottom up. BDRs are definitely getting automated -“

    — J (Another colleague, joins in at the lunch table) —

    J: “Have you heard about the pagan stuff they found in Greenland? That’s why Trump is obsessed with it!”

    /

    The north star

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    J (Colleague from before): “I don’t know, how do they expect me to meet my ten million dollars sales quota? That’s impossible as it is, how is it set?”

    Me: “You know, all our budget and quota rolls up globally and eventually becomes the number we report to the Street. You have shares, I have shares. We hit our quotas together as a group and number goes up”

    J: “But it just doesn’t make sense, logically. My account can’t generate that much this year.”

    Me: “Maybe you can ask for a lower quota, but it just means somebody else from our region has a higher quota. It’s a zero sum game man, we need to hit our budget”

    J: “You missed your sales budget last year, right? What happened?”

    Me: “Yea I did, and this year is going to be even harder. There is pressure to improve our margins with AI efficiencies, but our customers are not paying for higher prices or demanding less of us. And those efficiencies certainly don’t seem to be materializing”

    J: “Why are you even here man? You could be doing so many other things.”

    — Thoughtful Pause —

    Me: “I guess, I … really like my job. It’s really fun – meeting new people and old friends, getting them to sign on the dotted line.”

    J: “The thrill of the chase, eh?”

    /

    Daylight?

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    My 3 Year Old Son: “爸爸, 我长大后,你可以买两台电脑给我吗?”

    Me: “为什么要两台电脑给我啊?”

    My 3 Year Old Son: “我要一个家里的电脑,一个工作的电脑!”

    — Laughter —

    Me: “爸爸会买一个电脑给你,可是工作的电脑不必买的,公司会买给你的!”

    My 3 Year Old Son: “为什么公司会买给我电脑,什么是公司?“

    My Wife, Stepping in: “你长大后,可能没有公司这件事了,自己做自己的东西”

    Me: “你长大的世界,是我们想象不到的.“

    /

    Clerks and priests and bureaucrats have existed for thousands of years, but my class – the laptop class – is genuinely new at this scale, a white collar professional involved in coordination, strategy and persuasion.

    My parents had no laptops for work. When I interned, I used a desktop. My kid will go through even more accelerating changes in his life.

    But life? It will go on, I guess, through the storm to daylight.