You know those awkward family gatherings where one family member is completely off the walls and everyone has to politely sip their wine and tiptoe around the elephant in the room? Well, this place is pretty much that dysfunctional and uncomfortable at all times. There is screaming, throwing, ripping, and earthquake grade slamming and shaking. Trying to get actual work done is like being trapped in the Blair Witch Project when they repeatedly wander in circles in the woods and keep finding themselves back in the same spot time and time again and then cry. Guidelines change constantly to the point where you don't even know what you are trying to do anymore and you have to start over and over. And you will probably cry.
But, hey, there is wine. Which is necessary, because boundaries here are never clear. Yes, nice food is occasionally catered for employees and many office social events are given. However, as these things creep into the work environment, the work environment eventually begins to creep into personal life. It is as if the next natural step would be to bring your bed into this place. There are no set work hours and employees do come in on weekends. Personal jabs are made as well as many other comments that cross the race, sex, gender, you-name-it propriety line.
