Pluspunten
Im supposed to write 5 words and 'the people' is only 2!
Minpunten
Office staff? Irrelevant. Treated like background extras in the Engineering Show™—underpaid, overworked, and barely tolerated unless you’re cleaning up the mess they made in a spreadsheet. Low salaries, high expectations. “We’re looking for a unicorn!” they cry — on a donkey budget. They want excellence, innovation, loyalty… all for a wage that makes you wonder if selling socks online might be more sustainable. Exceptional people want respect, support, and a pay that doesn’t make you question your life decisions. Shockingly, they go where they’re valued Meanwhile, one exec casually dropped, “Office staff are easily replaceable.” Nothing motivates like being told you’re as special as a stapler. And then they wonder why morale’s dead and LinkedIn’s popping. Salary reviews? A poetic joke. Engineers get love letters. Office staff? We’re the coffee-stained post-it note in the back of the drawer. “Oh yeah… them.” We’re decoding HR’s vague comments like ancient runes: “Your contribution has been noted.” Noted where? In invisible ink? Office Environment Coming into the office felt like walking into a wake. Actually, funerals had more life. At least people cried at those—here, you just wither slowly in fluorescent silence. And just when you think it can’t get more soul-crushing, there’s a manager doing laps like a hall monitor, making sure no one dares have their phone on their desk. Because clearly, that’s the biggest threat to productivity—not the toxic atmosphere or the leadership vacuum. Let’s automate everything!! Translation: Let’s fire people, dump the work on the survivors, and pretend the system actually works. Spoiler: it doesn’t. But hey, it sounded techy. The only thing automated is the company’s ability to make bad decisions. The old exec team? Legends. Not for leadership—but for pulling a Houdini and vanishing after royally screwing the company. No goodbyes, no accountability, just a puff of smoke and the faint sound of laughter as they ghosted. New execs? A delight. Imagine Andrew Tate’s long-lost cousin—tight shirt, louder ego. Yes, we see you go to the gym. No, we don’t care. Maybe lift some morale instead of just weights? Shirt Watch 2.0. Still tight. Still tragic. Still being treated like the second coming of leadership while his poor shirt screams for mercy. Button up or pay up, sir — this ain’t Love Island. He’s out here demanding people drag themselves in 5 days a week for “productivity,” while he rolls up in his Porsche, parks across two spaces, takes the lift upstairs — because apparently, the real work doesn’t require a commute, just a grand entrance. Inspiring stuff. Truly the backbone of modern leadership: polyester, ego, and fumes of hypocrisy. New managers show up like they’re on a mission… …to ruin everything. They ignore the people who actually know what they’re doing, push through doomed changes, with no real plan to execute—just chaos dressed up as strategy. And when their plan inevitably fails then disappear when it blows up. Guess who picks up the pieces? Us. Every. Damn. Time. Staff surveys are a placebo. We pour our truths into those anonymous boxes hoping someone’s listening. The result? Nothing. Nada. Just another slide saying “We’ve heard you!” before they do the exact opposite. Pride Month ICONIC Let’s celebrate LGBTQ+ identities by throwing “Is it just a phase?” on the screen like it’s not deeply offensive. Seriously—what’s next? A Black History Month trivia asking if racism is still “a thing”? Ah yes, International Women’s Day A powerful moment to celebrate the achievements of women... So naturally, they gave the spotlight to men. Because, you know, inclusion. Wouldn’t want Brian to feel excluded on the one day not named after him. “Let’s recognise everyone,” they said, as if women having one day was too threatening to the balance of the universe. Truly inspiring. Nothing says girl power like a round of applause for Greg’s leadership in a meeting he didn’t even prepare for. Misogyny? Practically part of the onboarding. Oh yes, being called “Ms.” because we’re not married, as if a woman’s title should revolve around a man. And if you speak up? You’re emotional, abrasive etc. Swept under the carpet so fast, the rug’s got whiplash. Funny how all the “5-star” reviews come from HR. Must be tough giving yourself high marks when no one else will. Meanwhile, the rest of us are left wondering if the suggestion box is just a paperweight. If you want the real story, don’t ask HR — try asking someone who actually works here. Final Thoughts: If this company were a movie, it’d be a dark comedy with a tragic ending—and we’re all stuck in the blooper reel. You stay here for the coworkers, not the company. For the inside jokes, not the values. For the paycheck… until you realise even that’s a joke. If you’re looking for a place that respects your time, energy, gender, and brain—look elsewhere. But if you’re into corporate chaos, gym-bro energy, and enough red flags to host a parade, then welcome aboard.