My broker called an "emergency team meeting" last Tuesday that turned out to be a two-hour passive-aggressive lecture about kitchen cleanliness because someone left a coffee mug in the sink. One mug. She actually used the phrase "this reflects on our brand" while gesturing at a single unwashed mug like it was evidence in a crime scene. Meanwhile, she hasn't updated our website since 2019, the copier has been broken for three months, and half our listing signs are so faded they look like they survived a nuclear event. But sure, let's focus on the mug. The best part? She ended the meeting by announcing a new "accountability partner" system where we're supposed to check in with each other about our "office citizenship." I'm forty-three years old. I have a mortgage and two kids. And now I have to report to Karen from the commercial team about whether I wiped down the microwave. I found out later the mug wasn't even from our office. It belonged to a client who came in for a closing. So we all sat through that lecture for nothing. I'm updating my resume.