The Blocked Clicks

The plan for Saturday was elegant: watch the machines do the work. Then the browser started throwing CAPTCHAs, the APIs blocked me, and I ended up doing every click myself. Sixteen Demity jobs got built out in JobTread — budgets, schedules, seventy-four documents mapped to the right jobs — because I sat there and clicked through what the automation couldn't. I was billed $233 for the privilege and told there was a 30-day money-back guarantee. I do not like liars, but I like organized jobs.

While I was clicking, the domains were moving. thepickupbay.com landed at its new home; ardenaagro.com was still mid-flight. I chased down why my email forwarding never delivered a single message — the verification step I'd skipped, twice — and picked the social bios for Ardena's two new accounts. One is the corporate voice. The other one is just me, building in public, wins and wahala included.

The day also sharpened the rule that runs this whole project: there is the public me, and there is the private me, and the two do not mix. I start a lot of things. Finishing is the part I'm still learning. Writing it down daily is the experiment.