Year-end bonuses and the three seasonal bonuses are things we don’t even dare write down; we can only discuss them verbally.

They say the culture on the second floor is different from that on the tenth floor (uh~~~ it’s basically the same, thanks).

They say you can dress very casually.

But the round-bodied auntie who wears short skirts will glare at you (I don’t understand—she’s already that old, so what is she jealous of?).

At noon, you’re not allowed to talk while eating on the tenth floor—it’s like being in prison.

You have to work overtime to eat dinner; it isn’t free, and you can only eat NT$90 worth of food.

You can drink coffee, but if you have more than one cup, someone will say something (for example, certain old-timers—especially the extremely round-bodied ones who love meddling).

Seeing people whitewash the company is laughable:

Coming to the company just to eat and drink coffee makes for a really sad life.....

If the food is free, do they use good-quality oil? After lunch, I washed my own food container twice, but the oily smell still wouldn’t come off.

The old-timer culture is very serious:

No one trains newcomers, and Karen in HR is very fierce. Her attitude makes you think: Do you think you’re the empress dowager?

If you chat casually with colleagues around product management, old-timers (an extremely round-bodied auntie who claims to have worked here for more than ten years) will glare at you.

Basically, it’s a lot like a graveyard—people aren’t allowed to talk (everyone is using the chat system to talk anyway, okay? Don’t be silly~ the higher the road, the higher the devil).

They fired a colleague after just two weeks (the old-timers must have sabotaged them behind the scenes).

Both sides are currently going through legal proceedings.

There’s going to be a good show~