I’ve watched senior bankers go crazy about a chair. “She moved my chair!” Paid 100,000s p.a., and it’s a grievance about a chair. “My chair! My chair!” It’s not about the chair, is it? What a miserable & bizarre existence we’ve created. Passive agggressivly sniping about chairs.
You could be next. How long before you break? How long before you say what you really feel? Another coffee keep you under? I’ve had colleagues who were on LSD etc. What will it take to keep you in the machine? Don’t break...then they’ll all point and say, “He’s mad that one...!”