Day three of the offsite about improving remote collaboration. The wifi does not work. The trust falls do.
π Hall of Shame
The stories that made the most people feel the least alone. Ranked by collective grief.
The CEO said 'we're all in this together' from a boat. His boat. In the layoff announcement video. The boat is named after the company values.
Fired my entire team on a Friday. Hardest day of MY life. The lesson? Leadership is lonely. Anyway, we're hiring.
Every morning I look in the mirror and hold a stand-up with myself. Yesterday-me is always blocked. Today-me escalates. Tomorrow-me has already resigned. The sprint continues.
The office got a ping-pong table. Nobody has ever used it. It watches us. We badge in for it.
Today's 'quick sync' had a pre-sync. The pre-sync had an agenda-alignment call. I have seen the abyss and it has a calendar invite.
I nod in meetings while my camera is off. I am also asleep. These facts are related and load-bearing.
Survived my fourth restructuring. My team is me. I report to a shared inbox. The inbox is understaffed.
We spent 45 minutes deciding what to call the recurring meeting. It is called 'the weekly huddle'. We meet daily.
Someone said 'let's take this offline' and then scheduled another meeting. That is not what offline means.
Leadership announced an open-door policy. Then they removed the doors. Then the walls. It's an open plan now. That was the policy.
The org chart changed three times this quarter. I now report to a dotted line. The dotted line does not answer Slack.
I turned my grandmother's funeral into a masterclass on succession planning. Some cried. I closed two deals at the reception. She would have wanted the pipeline full.
The mandate says collaboration requires presence. I sit in the office, on video calls, with the office.
Filed a burnout complaint. HR responded with a resilience webinar. At 7am. Attendance mandatory. Cameras on.
The wellness room is a firing booth now. The beanbag remains. It has seen things. It says nothing.
The standup is now 40 minutes. We remain standing. Morale is a stress position.