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It was the second season of a Squid Game/Severance love child and I was one of the employee/contestants, waiting in a spacious modern lobby with all the others for our first assignment. There was an announcement and a rush of people to the elevators, who then returned with forms they were furiously completing, filling in shapes with their №2 pencils, presumably as part of the next series of tasks. What I immediately noticed, however, was that all of them were women and the four or five of us fellas still lounging on the couches didn’t seem too interested in participating. Instead, we went downstairs to a seat-less auditorium where in place of a stage was a towering window covered by a flexible lattice. I joined one of my colleagues trying to climb it to freedom, but a tsunami raged outside with such force that we were swung off by the rising water.
I actually enjoyed the series last month, despite my niggling issue with co-opted business terminology; wouldn’t “balancing” (as in work-life) have conveyed a more favorable impression of the fanciful procedure? But who am I to know the discarded ideas and ultimate plans of successful people. While the premise shouldn’t be too far beyond my experience to have come up with, maybe I’ve been preoccupied with mitigating the frustration of corporate bureaucracy and organizational dysfunction on a short-sighted personal level, after hours or no, rather than exploring how it might be done away with once and for all.

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