The blue light from the monitor feels like it’s boring a hole straight through my skull. It’s 4:42 PM, and the email lands with a soft, almost mocking chime. Subject: Mandatory Fun Friday! The exclamation point is doing a lot of heavy lifting. Pizza in the breakroom, it promises. A chance to unwind and connect! Half the team is still thrashing to meet a deadline that was moved up by 2 days with no explanation, and the other half looks like they’ve been subsisting on caffeine and sheer force of will for the last 72 hours. And here is a jpeg of a smiling pizza slice wearing sunglasses.
A Foundation of Cracks, Painted Over
I’d be a hypocrite if I said I’d never fallen for it. Years







