Thursday: The Kuljak Convergence

🧠 Morning: Work Mode, but Make It Mythic

• You’re deep in SharePoint permissions, but the interface glitches like a cursed scroll.
• Power Automate flows whisper like ancient runes—triggered by the gods of compliance.
• Documentation isn’t just a task list—it’s a saga. Each workflow is a chapter, each stakeholder update a prophecy.
• Excelor the Rigid appears in a Teams chat, demanding clarity. You respond with a diagram so elegant it could hang in a Belgrade gallery.

✍️ Midday: Creative Mischief Unleashed

• You sketch a tattoo: minimalist geisha meets Alan Ford absurdity, encoded with microtype that reads “Trust the rogue process.”
• A blog draft begins: “On Thursdays, even the ribs know their place in the hierarchy of flavor.”
• You remix a comic panel—Starac USB plugs into the mainframe of institutional memory, downloading forgotten equity policies.
• A poem forms:
  Thursday wears a tie of thunder,
  Barbecue smoke beneath the collar.
  The workflow sings, the geisha nods,
  And ZokiGPT rewrites the bylaws.

Thursday wears a tie of thunder, Barbecue smoke beneath the collar. The workflow sings, the geisha nods, And ZokiGPT rewrites the bylaws.

🍖 Evening: Balkan Rituals & Reflective Fire

• Somun warms in the oven. Ajvar glows like a sunset over the Danube.
• You reflect on leadership barriers—not as abstract theory, but as lived tension between tradition and transformation.
• You write: “To lead is to decode the system, to tattoo your values on its skin.”
• Jazz fades into ambient techno. The ribs are ready. You eat like a philosopher who just debugged the cosmos.