Suddenly Screaming My Own Name at Random Intervals During Zoom Meetings

My newfound strategy involves punctuating every Zoom call with unpredictable shrieks of my own name — like a deranged parrot that just discovered its favorite word. At first, my coworkers thought it was a glitch in my microphone settings. One by one, they tried to help: “Is everything okay, Dave?” their eyes bulging with concern. Little did they know that every outburst was meticulously timed to maintain the upper hand. If chaos is power, then I’m practically the emperor of the digital realm.

Each time I sense the slightest lull in attention, I unleash a sonic assault: “DAVE!” The startled faces flicker in their frames, struggling not to choke on coffee. It’s delightful — the sheer unpredictability sets me apart from the humdrum corporate hustle.

Of course, I’m not waging this crusade alone. Out of the ether, Fama, the often-overlooked Roman goddess of rumor, materializes from the background like a spectral force summoned by sheer audacity, her presence both ethereal and unsettling. Her eyes glimmer with a knowing light, as if she carries secrets too profound for mortal comprehension. The very air around her seems to hum with an ancient energy, and when she steps into view, it feels less like an arrival and more like an inevitability — as though she has always been there, waiting for the precise…