Tag: <span>HUMOR</span>

📌 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

📌 Friday mood post 📌

💡 Corporate transparency? Come on, who still buys into that?

Every year, it’s the same charade: 247 pages of polished jargon, a PDF buried somewhere on the website, and pastel-colored charts explaining that everything’s going swimmingly, nothing to see here.

Everyone’s happy, aligned, inspired, fulfilled… well, except those we haven’t yet sent to a “cultural realignment cell” between the foosball table and the meditation room. But hey, that doesn’t fit in the infographic.

👉 In the wonderful world of corporate bullshit, transparency has become an art form. A precisely choreographed dance between managerial storytelling, emotional pie charts, and coaches who explain life to you… without ever having lived it outside of keynote presentations.

I wrote this little opinion piece on the subject.
Spoiler: I don’t talk about the coffee machine. Well, maybe a bit.

#TransparencyOnTheCheap #WindowDressingHR #BullshitCoin #GalaStorytelling