Lydia was at again this week with her lame definition of teamwork.
First, there was her lame “Team Lunches.”
Now it is…Team Juicing?
One recent morning — around the time I wanted to head over to Starbucks for a late morning coffee — that freak Lydia invited MBA Boy and other team members — all millennials except for Code Boy — to walk over to some local fucking juice place — right in front of me.
It was no surprise as Lydia has no sense of manners and is completely clueless about building real team camaraderie and teamwork.
No doubt it was MBA Boy’s time to bash me, which is also hilarious as he has little more PR knowledge than Code Boy and Lydia to say anything.
I constantly have to clean up his mistake-ridden press releases and pitch letters and deal with his lack of any strategic sense.
They also invited this strange freak called Nanci — another unfriendly Millennial intern poisoned by Lydia. All I know is that she fucked up a serious research project for a client — right before their campaign launch.
It was for a lame sports app bracket client. They claimed to be the only one to do what they do — but that was not true.
Nanci missed this in her competitive analysis research. After that critical fuck up, which I barely caught and shared with the client in time, I wanted nothing more to do with her.
So “Team Juice” runs or “Team Lunches” or whatever you want to call it is pretty typical of this place and the diseased lack of social support I receive.
I guess it is just me but I believe if you invite your colleagues to lunch or coffee, etc. you either invite everyone in the office or you don’t do it. Such clueless behavior is bad for workplace morale.
Our agency has sadly become a Millennial bozo party of people who have no clue what business is, how to run it, and how to create a real team.
I fear for the future. I really do.
Life in Public Relations Hell 