The laptop snaps shut with a sound so final, so satisfying, it’s almost violent. 5:04 PM. My finger had hovered over the trackpad, a twitchy muscle memory of checking the calendar one last time, before I forced it still. The click echoes in the quiet room. It feels like a small rebellion, which is, of course, completely absurd. It’s just the end of the workday.
The phone buzzes. It’s my boss. I stare at it. A few hours ago, in a flustered moment of trying to mute a call while my dog started barking at a phantom threat, I accidentally hung up on him mid-sentence. The silence that followed was profound. My thumb still feels the phantom vibration of that red end-call icon. I let the new call go to voicemail. This, too, feels like a rebellion.
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This is the new battlefield, isn’t it? Not the boardroom, not the market, but the digital clock in the corner of your screen. The fight is over the ragged edges of the day-the 7:44 AM email check, the 9:14 PM project review.
We’ve been conditioned to believe that the job description is merely a starting point, a gentle suggestion. The real work, the work that gets you noticed, is the ghost work. The unpaid, unlogged, and officially unacknowledged labor that props up entire departments.
The Art of “Quiet Quitting” (and Corporate Gaslighting)
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