Elena had been staring at her screen for eleven hours. Spreadsheets bled into code editors, which bled into a dozen open Slack threads. Her eyes hurt. Her wrist ached. And the taskbar—that humble strip of digital real estate at the bottom of her screen—suddenly felt like a personal insult.

For a little while, anyway.

"Wait, actually??" — Priya, QA. "I just moved mine to the top and I feel like a god." — Marcus, frontend. "Left side supremacy." — Elena, herself, feeling a surge of pride. "You're all monsters." — Derek, product manager.