"Now flip that switch. 'Use smaller taskbar buttons.'"
"That's it," he muttered.
The biggest offender? The taskbar. It sat at the bottom like a thick, dark brick, hogging a good half-inch of vertical space.
"You're losing an inch. Let me fix that."
From that day on, Leo became the unofficial taskbar whisperer—showing everyone how to unlock that tiny, glorious setting:
Leo grinned. "I just gained back an inch of my digital life. And in open-plan office inches? That's basically a mansion."
"Huh," he said.
"Now flip that switch. 'Use smaller taskbar buttons.'"
"That's it," he muttered.
The biggest offender? The taskbar. It sat at the bottom like a thick, dark brick, hogging a good half-inch of vertical space.
"You're losing an inch. Let me fix that."
From that day on, Leo became the unofficial taskbar whisperer—showing everyone how to unlock that tiny, glorious setting:
Leo grinned. "I just gained back an inch of my digital life. And in open-plan office inches? That's basically a mansion."
"Huh," he said.
