Category: <span>OPINION COLUMN</span>

📌 Friday mood post 📌

2:07 PM. I open my lunch box. I pull out a ham and butter sandwich.

A colleague faints. Another calls HR screaming.

That’s how I discovered eating had become a political act.

When your plate becomes a ballot and saying “enjoy your meal” gets replaced with “may the chlorophyll elevate you,” maybe we’ve lost the plot somewhere.

Between carbon fines for a piece of salami and mandatory “carnivore rehabilitation” workshops, I realized something: we’re confusing food purity with moral purity.

What if we stopped playing the virtue Olympics?

Because at the end of the day, behind this whole Instagram masquerade, we’re forgetting the essential: we have the right to be human. With our contradictions, our flaws, and our 2 AM cravings.

Even if it’s “politically questionable and ethically dubious.”

A little manifesto against food shaming and for the right to imperfection. Because we’re not algorithms.

📌 Friday mood post 📌

When everything burns, some wait for it to pass. Slowly. Very slowly.

While France suffocates under heat waves and waves of inaction, one man embodies single-handedly the art of governing without governing, of enduring without acting, of occupying without disturbing. François Bayrou, undisputed champion of strategic standstill.

I propose a deep dive into this shadow theater where silences serve as speeches, sluggishness as method, and limp hope as political line. A real-time satire of screensaver governance, where the software still runs… without anyone knowing if there’s still someone in front of the screen.

Read this if you enjoy:

– Administrative oxymorons,
– The yoga of inaction,
– And plans without a plan.

Spoiler alert: we might have confused “stability” with “immobilism,” and “leadership” with “screensaver mode.”

📌 Friday mood post 📌

Yesterday, I laughed like a dying seal at the CFO’s terrible joke.

Not because it was funny. But because everyone else was laughing.

And that, folks, is competitive-level FOPO: Fear Of People’s Opinions.

That little voice in your head that makes you:

– Validate absurd projects that are “purpose-driven”
– Fake enthusiasm for kraft paper ice-breakers
– Pretend you’re passionate about design thinking

Your reptilian brain still thinks being rejected by the tribe = ending up naked in the forest negotiating territory with an existentially-confused wild boar.

Today, it’s just called “not being aligned with team dynamics.”

Dr. Michael Gervais even created a fancy acronym for your office paranoia. Because in 2025, even anxiety needs to be optimized.

But don’t worry: there’s an experiential workshop for that. Eco-friendly tote bag included.

Spoiler alert: the solution might not be in yet another personal development smoothie…

👇 Thread breaking down this new gourmet mental fatigue

📌 Friday mood post 📌

What if the biggest lie in the modern workplace boiled down to a single word?

Not “synergy.” Not “agility.” Not even “co-construction” or “productivity.”
The real poison is subtler. It smells like lavender, wears a smile, and proudly sits on every HR slide deck.

Its name is HAPPINESS.

Welcome to the 21st-century workplace, where you’re no longer expected to think, let alone produce.
You’re expected to be aligned, centered, inspired… all while juggling four projects, three pointless meetings, and a “mindful check-in” with your agile manager who’s too busy perfecting his inner Japanese garden between two slides on empathic synergy.

In this world, competence is a glitch to be corrected. Quality work? A reactionary relic.

What really matters is your SMILE RATE in the open space, your 360° observable zen level, and your fluent use of corporate doublespeak—like saying “strategic alignment” when you actually mean “total chaos.”

You thought you had a job?

No. You’re living in an emotionally therapeutic fiction, complete with tight budgets, blurry KPIs, lukewarm detox juices, and a group breathing coach every Wednesday.

#ZenCorporation #CompassionateBullshit #SmileyOrDie #MandatoryKindness