If I wasn’t depressed or bipolar before, working here would do it. Have you ever had a performance appraisal that sounds like this:
Blah Blah Blah Creative
Blah Blah Blah Growth
Blah Blah Blah Respect
Blah Blah Blah Trust
Blah Blah Blah Loyalty
Blah Blah Blah Happy
Some genius decided that saying three positive things to couch each miserable insult was supposed to be helpful. This is the review to tell you how you are being watched. As if you had no idea when someone kept walking past you every five minutes to see what you are doing. There is no idea for improvement because the only improvement they can think of is getting you out of here. Fast. Without severance pay.
The suggestion is that if you looked at the positive things in your life, you would snap out of it, and smile, and appreciate how good you have it here.
By the way, we don’t like your personality.
But anyone would want your job.
And anyone could do it better.
But you want to clean out the office fridge because it shows your loyalty and desire for growth. Mold is encouraged to grow more than I am in my position.
It is like little subliminal messages that they sneak in, in front of the office snitch, so the only person to speak up is you. You know that you are not crazy, but you go home wondering if it is the bipolar, or the job, that makes you want to jump off of a tall building.