Ah, the fond memories of my career's darkest days. Picture it: trapped in the metaphorical Alcatraz that was Arcadis. Surely, a divine lesson in resilience as I channeled the tribulations of Job, the wandering Israelites, and Jesus' betrayal and crucifixion. Who knew the Bible could so aptly capture the short-lived saga with this abysmal employer? Arcadis was never my dream gig - just a desperate means to keep a roof over my head. I had my heart set on another opportunity that was awarded to an internal hire. The crushing blow left me marooned in the nightmarish realm of Arcadis. My boss? She was the personification of a nightmare: a skilled tormentor who turned the office into a living inferno. And not a single soul dared to like her. Now, welcome to the Game of Thrones, "midwest/west coast" edition, where my manager ruled with a flair for betrayal and vanishing acts. Rare sightings of her in the office consisted of virtual window shopping and producing proposals that would make a third-grader facepalm - hello, typos and recycled gibberish! Frustrated execs hunted her down, only to find me, the loyal subject, cleaning up her royal messes while juggling my own duties. But her Highness? She was orchestrating my downfall to her flavor-of-the-week director. I even endured public scoldings on team calls for her missteps, culminating in a surprise team meeting where her boss swooped in to berate me. So, I bid adieu heaux. Plot twist: dear manager moonlighted as an embezzler, pilfering funds from a reputable organization. Quite the character, huh? If self-preservation and dignity are on your agenda, avoid this snake pit. It's a magnet for backstabbers and opportunists. One manager was just one in a line of ill-fated predecessors - the first dropped dead, leaving an office of unfazed colleagues since she was as endearing as a hornet's nest. And the "leadership"? Well, they're one scandal away from a Netflix special.
