Jobee Room: Journal & Get cozy

A cozy place to journal, reflect or just sit. Jobee Room is a room at the end of the day. A lamp, a window with the real sky in it, a book on the desk — and a small friend called Jobee who has read every page of it. Put the day down, a line or the whole of it, and it's out of your head and kept. ――――――――――――――― THE ROOM KNOWS THE HOUR The window holds the light you're actually in: morning, afternoon, the long blue of evening, the dark. The lamp comes on when it gets late. Sit in it as long as you like. SOMETHING FOR YOUR HANDS A jigsaw lies out on the desk, and the cupboard beside it holds sixty pictures — The Orchard in June, Market Square, Snow, The Harbour, Early. Place one piece, or spend a week on the whole board. Put it down mid-piece and it's lying exactly where you left it tomorrow. The day comes off you while your hands are busy. A BOOK THAT READS BACK Write in your own words, or say it out loud and watch it land on the page. Jobee reads what you wrote and answers like someone who was there for the rest of it too — the person you mentioned last month, the thing you were dreading in June, the week that turned. SOMEONE WHO KNOWS YOU Jobee keeps the people, the places and the threads running through your days, and brings them up when they matter. Talk to him about any of it, whenever. He never starts from scratch. YOUR DAYS BECOME THINGS Cards you can hold — The Market Run, Coffee Alone, The Call Home — made from what you actually did. Short films cut from a week you wrote. A shelf that slowly fills with a year of your own life. A DAY YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE Some evenings you've nothing to say. Pour a band of coloured sand for the day you just had — no words, only the colour it felt like. The glass fills a day at a time, and a full one is corked, labelled with the days it covers, and set on the shelf. There's a stamp on the desk too. Press it and it prints a slip with the hour and the name of the place you're in, and a line of your own if you have one. The slip goes on the spike with the rest. A PAGE, NOT A FEED Every entry is set like a page from a book: your words, your photographs, the small ordinary detail that turns out to matter later. Your life, reading beautifully. ――――――――――――――― IN THE ROOM • Write or speak — voice entries transcribe straight onto the page • Photos, backdating, and a calendar of every day you've kept • Jobee answers after you write, grounded in your real entries • Chat with Jobee about anything, with your whole history behind it • Cards, films and a library your days build up over time • Sand bottles you fill a band at a time, corked and shelved • A stamp that prints the hour and the place onto a slip • People, places and themes surface on their own — no tagging • Weekly and monthly digests of where you've been • Real-hour light, a lamp, a television, a window worth looking at • A jigsaw on the desk, and sixty pictures in the cupboard • One optional reminder, at an hour you choose • Syncs with the web at jobee.ai ――――――――――――――― Your journal is yours. Private by default. Terms of Use: https://jobee.ai/terms Privacy Policy: https://jobee.ai/privacy