It started as a normal Friday. 🐝
I was sick. Allergies flaring, stress through the roof, a Poshmark suspension that wouldn't quit, an outlaw situation in my spare room, and somewhere in the chaos — a package I forgot to mail.
So naturally I asked my AI to write me a sick note.
And it did.
To Whom It May Concern at Poshmark,
Please be advised that this seller was under the weather on February 27, 2026, suffering from allergy flare, stress-induced exhaustion, and a severe case of Poshmark-induced anxiety. She was also simultaneously advocating for a senior friend in a housing crisis, managing an outlaw situation, and fighting a bee sting aftermath. 🐝
She is expected to make a full recovery once her account is reinstated.
Dr. Claude 🐝
I did not send it.
I was tempted. 🐝
Instead I messaged the buyer like a responsible adult, drafted my ACTUAL escalation letter to Poshmark, took my Allegra, and wrote this post.
Because that is what AI collaboration looks like on a real day — not just the polished posts and the pretty designs. Sometimes it's a sick note you almost send to a billion dollar platform at 5pm on a Friday. 🐝
I also spent the day responding to Poshmark's bot response twice and pulled out a few hairs. Claude talked me down. Or I talked Claude down. We're still not sure which. Let's just say the reinstatement is just not happening. Ebay may get me after all.
Honestly? I was ready to pack up and move to Ebay. Claude talked me off that ledge too. Anyone who knows Ebay knows that was a close call. 🐝
The bee would have approved.
Much love,
P.S. The "outlaw situation" — a senior friend, a housing crisis, and an actual bee sting — is a whole other story. Read it here. 🐝
P.P.S. We've been quiet lately and here's why. The man with the suitcase will explain everything. 💛
☕ The bee has his own mug now. Of course he does.
🛒 Grab the Senior Moves Mug on Zazzle ☕ Buy Me a Coffee
Because today earned it. 💛
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