My broker just implemented a new policy where we have to attend a mandatory "team building" meeting every Monday at 7:30 AM. Seven thirty. In the morning. To discuss our "wins" and "growth opportunities" while drinking burnt coffee in a conference room that smells like someone microwaved fish in 2019 and the smell just never left. Last week, our broker spent forty-five minutes explaining a new commission split structure that somehow benefits absolutely no one except the brokerage. When I asked a clarifying question, she looked at me like I'd suggested we start listing houses on Craigslist and said, "We can discuss your concerns in a private coaching session." I've been here six years. I don't need coaching. I need the seventeen percent you're skimming off my deals. The kicker? She just bought a new Mercedes and parked it right in front of the office window. So now every Monday morning I get to stare at the physical manifestation of my commission splits while pretending to be excited about "synergy" and "market positioning." I smile and nod because I have three pending deals and nowhere else to hang my license right now.