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My boss is friends with my sister
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Becoming collateral in someone else’s guilt management plan is a true modern career twist. The CEO, forever eager to burnish his halo in front of your sister, hands you a job with the enthusiasm of a hostage exchange, paired with the lingering suspicion that he’d rather be liberating himself from your presence with a gold-plated apology and a LinkedIn post about “learning from tough decisions.”
Your return is orchestrated with the emotional transparency of a daytime soap. Kismet, some say. More like fate with a snide side quest, where every colleague gets the leak on your supposed volcanic temper from a leadership team who has exchanged maturity for lunch table gossip. He peppers meetings with subtle digs about That One Email, skillfully ensuring everyone believes you’re just one Outlook draft away from self-immolation.
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Any effort to draw a basic boundary is instantly recirculated through the family rumor mill, where your sister becomes an unwitting line of moral inquiry disguised as casual lunch chat. File a time-off request and you’ll find the CEO cross-referencing your personal emergencies against the emotional weather forecast at Sunday dinner. Your sister, loyal to the end, believes him incapable of pettiness, leaving you to wonder if your next performance review will come via group text.
In a world with 8 billion strangers, perhaps it’s time to work for one.
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