I’ve turned a slice of our daily workplace chaos into a little drama. Tell me—got someone like this in your office? And how do you survive them?
Meet the characters here. part1、Part2
Irragami Weather Report
The moment I open the door with a “Good morning,” the air gets heavy. I’d love to call today’s office forecast sunny, but nope—instant overcast.
The culprit, of course, is our boss, known affectionately as Irragami.
He radiates pressure like a malfunctioning industrial heater. Face locked in a permanent scowl, eyebrows fighting gravity, and a mouth shaped like he’s been holding in a complaint since 2009.
He doesn’t need to speak. His back already whispers:
“Instructions? Figure it out yourself.”
Yeah, love that for us. Except I still need yesterday’s answer, and telepathy is not included in my salary.
So everyone just… starts moving on their own. Then a few hours later:
Irragami: “Why did you act on your own?!”
Sir. Because you said nothing. Because silence is not a management style. Because we are not psychic woodland creatures.
Trying to anticipate this man’s mood is basically emotional CrossFit.
Workplace Forecast: Thunderstorms
Irragami’s mood singlehandedly rewrites the workplace climate.
“Okay, today’s a no-talking day.” “Yep, smiling might get me vaporized.”
The weather app is more predictable than this man. At this point, checking his expression is part of the morning safety check.
If I Ever FIRE
If I ever FIRE out of this circus, my mornings will start with freshly brewed coffee and zero emotional weather alerts.
No more forecasting someone else’s mood like an overworked meteorologist. Just peace… sweet, unregulated peace.
I’ll save the FIRE talk for another post, but I’ll keep dropping these workplace episodes bit by bit. Plenty more storms where this came from.
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