A very ordinary coffee machine and the cheapest snacks from Carrefour

This marketing director isn’t merely behaving inappropriately; he’s practically living in a palace drama starring himself, crowning himself king and staging the farce of “I am the state” every day. If he wants the copy revised a hundred times, you have to smile and revise it until your soul leaves your body. If he wants the website red today, blue tomorrow, and back to its original look the day after, you’d better pray that the keyboard doesn’t go on strike from overwork.

Most outrageous of all, to consolidate his power, he lets two completely inexperienced underlings who spend all day wandering around “manage” other professionals—essentially trampling expertise underfoot and rubbing it into the ground, plunging the entire team into a pointless farce. It’s like having two chickens teach an eagle how to fly—absurd beyond belief.

He appears to agree with your opinions, but in reality he decided long ago to stubbornly do things his own way. Meetings drag on until they’re practically growing cobwebs. No decisions? No problem—this is just episode 87 of the endless loop. The most classic move is demanding that you provide all kinds of drafts for him to “choose from.” Think you’re competing in a creative presentation contest? Wrong. You’re lined up at the imperial harem selection ceremony, waiting to be sent to the cold palace with a single “Is this really that difficult?”

Honestly, this isn’t a manager; it’s a narcissistic, power-abusing villain from a palace intrigue drama. Making it out unscathed is the real accomplishment—otherwise, you’ll be slowly destroyed by the relentless internal drain.