So the next day she just came in earlier so she could eat in peace without them all in her face. It worked for a few days but then they implemented a policy where every Monday they each have to stand up and say what they did over the weekend, like there in fukking school. Like legit forcing her to share information with their nosey asses.
Every time she tries to go out to lunch, her boss wants to tag along. She just started bringing her lunch and eating at her desk now—
They started a sharing series where every Thursday they have to share something extremely personal about themselves to everyone else. She said two people were crying last week as they were revealing their personal stories.
And now the newest policy is every Friday they have dance parties and each one of them have to take a turn being a dj... it’s a bunch of old white ladies. Imagine being forced to attend these parties with old cacs dancing all around you. She said she was standing there last week looking like this
as the cacs were dancing around her.
One of them said, “why aren’t you dancing, don’t be scurred” and she said she legit wanted to quit in that moment. Told me yesterday that this job is burning her soul.
i find it hilarious asf