Act I: The Summoning
It begins, as always, with the sacred chant:
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
Silence.
Then—“YOU’RE ON MUTE!”
The ancient curse strikes again.
Act II: The Glitch Gremlins
Faces freeze mid-blink. Voices go robotic.
Someone’s echoing like they’re calling in from the Mariana Trench.
Meanwhile, someone’s pet walks across the keyboard and somehow shares their screen and opens 37 tabs.
Act III: The Descent into Chaos
Someone shares the wrong screen. Twice.
Your boss is talking, but only his forehead is visible.
Someone forgets the camera is on during a snack break.
A breakout room? More like digital exile.
No one knows how to get back.
And yet… we endure.
Four years in and we still treat Zoom like it’s a haunted walkie-talkie.
The only thing that truly connects us is the shared confusion.