META IS AN ABSOLUTE MESS INSIDE RIGHT NOW Wired just dropped an exclusive, and the details are wild. This week someone interrupted a livestreamed Meta meeting, open to thousands of employees, with an expletive-filled rant about "being the company's bitch." They told the presenters to find a specific Meta AI executive and "tell him that he's a piece of shit." A presenter covered their face with their hands. Employees in the chat called the start "spicy." Here is what's behind it. Meta's AI restructuring cut 8,000 jobs last month, 10% of the company. The same restructuring feeds a unit called Applied AI, where 6,500 engineers and product managers have been drafted in waves since April. There is no application process. You get selected, and your options are join or leave the company. Members call themselves "draftees." The new job: writing puzzles and coding problems to train Meta's AI models, two tasks a week. People hired to build apps for billions of users now assemble training data for hundreds of AI scientists. "It's literally the gulag," one employee told WIRED. "You have zero purpose in life all of a sudden, you barely interact with anyone, you just have these tasks every week." Another: "Most people find the work soul-crushing." At the same time, Meta started recording US employees' clicks and keystrokes to generate more AI training data. Over 1,600 employees signed a petition demanding it stop. The concession: employees can pause the tracking for up to 30 minutes. Zuckerberg's response came in an internal memo Friday: "We've made mistakes and will almost certainly make more." He repeated his promise of no more mass layoffs this year. His fixes: limits on the manager ratios Meta had deliberately pushed to 50-to-1 on some teams, bigger budgets for team events, a hackathon next month, and assigned desks by the end of the year. That same memo says Meta's north star is "to be the best place for the most talented people in the world to make an impact." The most talented people in the world are writing puzzles for a model and asking permission to pause the keystroke logger. META declined to comment.

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Can people really love other people’s children like their own? 🤔 I have two children and one of the things that terrifies me most is the thought of something happening to me and them ending up having to live with someone else. Perhaps that fear comes from my own experience. When I was younger, I lived with one of my maternal aunts in Benin City. Those years were, without question, the most traumatic years of my life. I was treated like a maid and made to feel less than on a daily basis. I know this may sound unbelievable to some people, but this was my reality. She used to do the strangest things. Every Saturday morning, I would wake up and make breakfast for the entire household, usually fried eggs and bread. Somehow, when it came time to dish out the food, there would no longer be enough left for me. Na me go pound yam, but pounded yam no go reach me. 🤣 I would cook fresh ogbono soup and somehow my own portion would be a mixture of the new soup and the old egusi soup from the previous day. I was in secondary school at the time, attending Idia College, Iyaro, Benin City. I was regularly late because I was responsible for house chores and taking her children to school before going to my own. There were days I arrived so late that the gates had already been shut, so I would spend the day roaming the streets instead. Many years have passed and I still carry parts of that experience with me. I have no relationship with my aunt or her children today. People often say children are resilient and I agree. What I think people underestimate is how much children remember. They remember who treated them with kindness, who made them feel welcome, who protected them and who made them feel like they did not quite belong. As a mother, that experience has left me with a level of anxiety that is difficult to explain. Whenever I think about my own children, I find myself hoping they never have to depend on the kindness of other people in the way that I once did. What I often wonder is whether adults truly appreciate the impact they have on children. Do they realise that the child they are treating as an inconvenience today may still be carrying those memories thirty years later?