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《A Soul-Crushing Work Experience: Dedicated to Job Seekers with Masochistic Tendencies》

──If Hell had branches, this place would definitely be on the list.

If you have strong masochistic tendencies, can tolerate endless psychological torment, and encounter unprecedented methods of torment every day, then this place will be your paradise.

Food? Bad enough to rival a high school military training camp. White rice with unidentifiable cold dishes every other day; nutritional imbalance is the basic set meal. Occasionally, there is even a platter of leftovers, making you wonder whether the kitchen is trying to use up its inventory or dispose of food waste. Hygiene? Greasy, filthy, chaotic, with flies buzzing around. Sometimes you are eating rice; sometimes you are eating courage.

Coworkers? Some of the nursing staff seem like characters who walked out of a psychology textbook on antisocial personality disorder, displaying rare antisocial traits—honeyed words concealing a dagger, two-faced and duplicitous. They pretend to care about you on the surface while secretly plotting how to dig a pit for you to fall into. They have endless creativity when it comes to twisting your words, picking at your flaws, and detonating a crisis around your reputation. Today it is passive-aggressive sarcasm; tomorrow it is relaying false information; the day after that it is reporting to management that you are “not a team player.”

Every day at work is a psychological game. They are like testers who have wandered into a psychopathology laboratory, racking their brains every day to set traps, humiliate you, and suppress you—not letting you die, but not letting you live properly either. From the morning meeting onward, you have to prepare your defenses: Will I be singled out? Is someone smearing me behind my back again? Has the material “just happened” to disappear again? This intense anxiety clings to you like a shadow all day.

And the mastermind behind it all is that supposedly “4-Yu Section Chief,” a rotten old creep of a man──his existence is like a slow-acting poison, filling the entire department, from top to bottom, with resentment and an atmosphere of conflict. He is a typical bully who fawns over the powerful and bullies the weak: bowing and scraping and flattering his superiors, while acting aggressively and baring his claws at frontline staff. He has invented his own “philosophy of class oppression,” fully embodying the essence of the phrase “workplace bullying.” In his eyes, there are only tools to control and patience to exploit—no humanity, no human kindness.

Here, “being wrong” is never simply a mistake; it is a label pinned onto you.

And “silence” does not mean safety. It only means you are more likely to be used as the next scapegoat.

I. Daily Breakdown──Every Day Feels Like a Civil War

You think you are going to work, but in reality you are going to war. There is no smoke or drumbeat in this war—only cold violence, backstabbing, and understated psychological abuse.

Every morning at 7:30, when you clock in, you are not entering an office but a silent hunting ground. Who is targeted and who is put over the fire depends entirely on who seems the most harmless, has the least backing, or comes from the weakest background. The more obedient you are, the more you suffer; the more conscientious you are, the easier it is to frame you. Ask one extra question—“Why was it arranged this way?”—and you will be labeled “uncooperative,” “opinionated,” or “someone who loves talking back.” Then, for the next three days, you will “accidentally” be left off the notification list for your work schedule.

Want to keep a low profile and just muddle through? Wrong. The environment here does not work the way you think it does. Silence does not mean safety; it only means your turn to be used as a scapegoat is next. Staying quiet merely reserves a time slot for your sacrifice. They will use you as a scapegoat, a shield, and a disposable outsider until you finally explode, at which point they will say, “Oh, you seem a little emotionally unstable.”

The scariest thing is not conflict, but this psychological war waged year after year: saying you failed to explain something even though you clearly did; saying you made a mistake even though it was not yours; saying you are in a bad mood when all you did was not smile.

Eventually, you begin to wonder whether there is something wrong with your personality or whether your memory really is failing. You may even start writing notes to record who said what and when each task was assigned, because you know they will deny everything the next second and turn around to accuse you: “You got it wrong from beginning to end.”

This is not work; it is slow torture. This is not a workplace; it is a replica of a psychiatric ward.

II. The Complete Guide to Their Unique Tormenting Techniques──There Are No Limits to Their Creativity

Here, tormenting people is an internalized culture—one could even call it a core job skill. Their methods are not openly violent confrontations; instead, they overcome force with softness, gradually penetrating your psychological defenses through systems, tone, timing gaps, and group pressure.

One of the most common tricks is “repeated assignments plus vague instructions.” You may have clearly finished a task and submitted the documents, but two days later they deliberately ask, “Have you finished handling that?” You answer, “I already submitted it.” They smile and say, “Oh? I don’t think I saw it. Could you submit another copy?” So you have to do it all over again. This is not efficiency; it is torture.

Then there are coworkers who “pretend to care while actually digging a trap.” They act kind in front of you and ask, “You seem really tired lately. Is the pressure getting to you?” The moment you say something truthful, such as “I feel like I’m being targeted,” they will suddenly make a pointed remark at the next morning meeting: “Everyone has been under a lot of pressure lately. Some people even feel targeted…but we are actually very fair here, aren’t we?”

An even more vicious tactic is the “multiple commanders plus attacks from above and below.” The section chief says A, a coworker says B, and you can only choose one side. Choose incorrectly, and the other side will punish you; in the end, both sides blame you for “not knowing how to communicate.” Try to mediate neutrally? Sorry—they will say you are “trying to please both sides.” Whatever you do is wrong.

They will not kill you with one blow. They cut a little every day, slowly slicing at your nerves and reason until you doubt yourself, deny yourself, and fall apart.

III. How to Be Driven to Wonder Whether You Are Crazy

You think you are still coping, but your body is more honest than you are. Chronic insomnia, heart palpitations, diarrhea, chest tightness, stomach pain, and even unexplained tears. No one has explicitly scolded you, yet you feel as though you are surrounded on all sides. You begin to fear the alarm going off in the morning, fear seeing the section chief’s name appear in the group chat, and fear being called aside for “a little chat” during a meal.

You go to the doctor. When the doctor asks what is wrong, you do not know where to begin. You only say, “I don’t think I can keep going.” The doctor casually writes you a sick-leave note and says, “Have you considered resigning?”

You say, “But if I resign, that means I’ve lost.”

That is the core of psychological torment: making you unable even to tell whether you have won or lost.

IV. Quotes from Section Chief 4-Yu──A Collection of Lines That Send Your Blood Pressure Soaring

He says: “I’m not targeting you; I’m targeting the issue.” (Then he targets only you.)

He says: “We’re actually very open-minded. If you have a problem, speak up.” (Speak up and you will be held against it.)

He says: “You did a good job; there are just many areas for improvement.” (Next time he will say you have made no progress at all.)

He says: “I’m doing this for your own good.” (The moment this sentence comes out, you know something terrible is about to happen.)

V. Survival Skills I Learned (Although I Still Escaped in the End)

Record meetings.

Write down the date, time, and contents of every instruction.

Keep all text messages and group-chat screenshots.

When you begin doubting yourself, believe your pain first.

Never imagine that you can change the system.

In the end, I learned this: if a place makes you lose your self-respect, your health, and your happiness, it is not worth staying there.

VI. Reflection After Resigning──Why Does a Workplace Like This Exist?

Because there are too many silent people.

Because bullies have been allowed to act with impunity.

Because we all want to believe that we can just “put up with it a little longer.”

But enduring it will not earn you respect; it will only bring more trampling.

I hope that when people read this account in the future, it will not be for gossip, but so they can say to workplaces like this: No, I will not accept this.

Because we did not come into this world to be punching bags.

Because we deserve fair treatment and a normal working environment.

Even if you are still stuck in the mire, remember:

You can leave,

You can seek help,

You are not crazy.

You are simply too normal to tolerate the abnormality here.