I spend more time navigating office politics than actual work tasks these days, it feels like I'm stuck in some surreal, HR-manufactured purgatory where the sole purpose is to maintain appearances and not rock the tiny, stagnant boat that is our department. We're a team of moderately successful middle managers, stuck between micromanaging our employees and appeasing our bosses โ the endless see-saw that is office life. Sometimes I fantasize about simply walking out the door, into the sunbeams that illuminate the perfectly manicured lawns across the street, just for a taste of the freedom to think clearly without being shackled to spreadsheets.
Story #199
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One time this happened...
by Anonymous
Dec 29, 2025
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