• PhilipTheBucket@quokk.au
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    20 hours ago

    Man… it’s so weird.

    They want to have Friday beers in the office. They want to go to the game together. They want to organize little events after work that I’m semi-obligated to go to. I went to one, reluctantly, and one of the executives more or less made it clear to me that he had been against hiring me in the first place (for understandable reasons).

    No I don’t like you people, you’re pod people, why the fuck do you do this with your lives

    Edit: It wasn’t just me, either. They all would get excited for sandwiches from this one place, and I went with them one time and they all clearly thought it was a treat, and the sandwich was foul. Just a big stinky wad of toppings and condiments. I never went again, and every so often with some fanfare they would go there again. I literally don’t know what’s wrong with them.

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      20 hours ago

      They could be vying for position.

      “I was ashamed of myself when I realised life was a costume party and I attended with my real face” Franz Kafka

      • PhilipTheBucket@quokk.au
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        19 hours ago

        Yeah bo

        I know my share of history
        How hard it is to be free
        From wearing masks that turn to skin
        Hiding what you could have been

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      18 hours ago

      I’m self employed, which means I get to avoid the vast majority of these events. Unfortunately it also means that them inviting me is a Big Deal, and saying no isn’t really an option.

      One company did a quarterly outing to a brewery. Now, ignoring it’s a bad idea to get drunk with coworkers (and then drive home), they only had IPAs, and I loathe IPAs. And they had “BBQ” which rivalled the mediocreest microwave leftovers.

      And they claimed to love it. Either they’re huge liars, or have horrible taste. But I did note only about a third of their employees were there at the time.