There's a girl in our office who is a "spoiled corporate slave." She genuinely believes the CEO is pampering her. During a team dinner, a plate of mango pudding appeared on the table. She snapped a photo and posted it on social media: [At a business banquet, the CEO specially ordered mango pudding just for me~] It turned out to be the complimentary dessert the hotel gives everyone. The CEO sent her on a business trip, booking a red-eye flight to save money. She landed and took a selfie in front of the airport window: [4 AM, the city never sleeps. The CEO specifically wanted me to see the sunrise scenery!] Her behavior was endless. Just when we all thought she was completely delusional, we overheard her on the phone, screaming at her backup boyfriend: "You booked me a red-eye flight? Are you sick in the head? Do I not need to sleep?!" 1 A new female colleague joined our department. She was 26 years old, named Jessica. She looked sweet, always smiling when she spoke. Everyone thought she was easy to get along with. At first, she acted normal and polite. But after her probation period ended, her bizarre personality began to show. First, she loved to act overly cutesy and helpless. One day, I asked Jessica to create a simple spreadsheet, due by the end of the day. The company closes at 6 PM, and I told her at 5:30 PM. This meant Jessica would have to work overtime. Anyone getting a task right before clocking out would be unhappy. I expected Jessica to be annoyed, but I didn't expect her to pout, grab my hand, and shake it vigorously: "Sarah, nooo~ Nooo~ Nooo~" Hearing that string of whiny "nooo's" felt like being electrocuted. My scalp went numb. I shook off her hand. "The manager said it must be submitted today." Jessica pouted so hard you could hang a bottle on her lip. "Really-weally?" I nodded and walked away fast. That night, while drying my hair, I checked my phone. Chloe: [Did you assign work to Jessica?] Me: [No. Why?] Chloe: [Jessica is complaining that you're bullying her and dumping work on her.] I was furious: [What? The manager specifically named her to do the spreadsheet. I just passed the message.] I've been a regular employee for a year, same rank as Jessica. I had no authority to order her around. The spreadsheet was an ad-hoc task from the manager, relayed through me. Chloe: [Jessica says you're lazy and purposefully gave it to her to make her work overtime.] I put down the hairdryer and typed furiously: [I explicitly told her it was the manager's order from the start.] Chloe: [Maybe she thought you were using the manager's name to pressure her. Just a misunderstanding.] This incident made me realize Jessica wasn't a good person. I kept my distance. The next day, the manager treated everyone to bubble tea. "What do you all want? Speak up." The other colleagues wisely chose the most affordable options from the popular chain nearby. Jessica didn't order. She said, "Anything is fine, I like everything." The manager didn't ask further. When the drinks arrived, we all started sipping ours. Jessica didn't drink hers immediately. She arranged the cup with the cute mascot logo, posing it for photos. Click, click, click. We didn't pay attention and continued chatting. A moment later, she went to the restroom. Chloe whispered, "Look at this!" She shoved her phone screen in our faces. Jessica had posted a grid of photos on Instagram, bragging: [The manager specially ordered a cute bubble tea just for me. He called me a kid last time, and he really treats me like one. I'm a little shy~] "..." We looked at each other, then at our own cups. Every single cup had the same mascot on it. How did it become her exclusive favor in Jessica's mind? After a while, Chloe said, "What is she doing?" A colleague analyzed, "Maybe she's trying to suck up to the manager?" "But if she's sucking up, why is it all self-praise? It doesn't look like flattery." "'He called me a kid last time, and really treats me like one, I'm shy...' That doesn't sound like kissing ass." Silence. Chloe said, "Smells like 'trophy wife' syndrome." A colleague scoffed, "You have to be a wife first. What is she? Just a corporate slave like us." Another colleague said, "So, a 'Spoiled Corporate Slave'?" We all laughed. Chloe added, "More like a spoiled donkey, pouting and braying all day." To be fair, acting cutesy is a minor annoyance. But when combined with other issues, it becomes unbearable. The manager occasionally treated us to coffee or tea. Knowing he was stingy, we defaulted to cheap options. Jessica insisting the manager doted on her was just speechless behavior. Plus, recently, she kept using her "helpless girl" act to push work onto others, annoying everyone. Naturally, the complaints piled up. 2 A few days later, the CEO toured our department and casually complimented Jessica: "You look very young." Jessica blushed shyly. "Thank you, sir. I'm actually 26." The CEO didn't even look at her again and walked away. Not long after, Jessica posted again: [Today, the CEO spotted me in the crowd instantly and called me cute~] Everyone: "..." Chloe laughed like a pig snorting. "The CEO complimented everyone. She makes it sound like it was only her." "And he said she looked young, not cute, right?" "She deliberately cut her hair in a princess style, wears childish cartoon clothes, and pouts all day. People say she looks young out of politeness, and she takes it seriously." Others couldn't help but laugh too. Lately, Jessica loved asking people to guess her age. For social etiquette, people guessed low. Like 18 or 20. Every time, Jessica would squint her eyes in a smile and pout: "Wrong! I'm 26!" Normal people know guessing age is just polite chatter. But Jessica seemed to believe she was genuinely small and adorable, forcing her cuteness on us to get small favors. She probably watched too many anime shows, imitating the exaggerated cuteness, thinking it was charming when it was actually painful to watch. Now that the CEO said she looked young, she was ecstatic, broadcasting to the world that the CEO picked her out of thousands. Hilarious. Mid-month arrived. Jessica had been at the company for six weeks. To show employee appreciation, the CEO took turns treating departments to a simple team dinner. This month was our turn. On the 15th, the CEO took our department out. At the restaurant, we sat around a large round table. Dishes were served one by one. The atmosphere was lively. This restaurant was a long-term partner; they gave discounts and free dishes for company events. The last dish was the complimentary mango pudding. One for everyone. After dinner, we dispersed. On the subway home, I scrolled through my phone out of boredom. Jessica had posted a collage of photos, focusing on a mango pudding. [Out for a business dinner with leadership. Amidst the serious business cuisine, a plate of my favorite mango pudding appeared.] [The leader called me a kid and ordered a kid's dish just for me. A little surprised, a little touched.] "Pfft!" I almost died laughing. What kind of "Spoiled Slave Literature" is this? The mango pudding was complimentary! Everyone got one! What business dinner? It was a team building meal. She had to frame it like the leader took her alone to a high-end banquet and dotingly ordered for her. This delusional behavior was truly speechless. I didn't know then that the delusions would get worse. The next day, Jessica went into the manager's office specifically to give him a bouquet of small daisies. "Manager, thank you for taking me to dinner." She thanked him shyly. ...Yes, she thanked the manager for taking her to the team dinner. Ignoring that the company paid, the dinner was hosted by the CEO, not the manager. We couldn't understand her logic. Did she really think the manager ordered the pudding for her? Is she that brain-dead? The manager, a slick old fox, took the flowers and said politely, "It was my pleasure. Thank you, Jessica." He had actually forgotten about her, but since she actively gave flowers, he casually asked: "You've been official for two weeks now. What are you working on?" Jessica listed her tasks. She was essentially an errand girl with no specific duties. The manager nodded and handed her a pile of dusty files. "The others are too busy. Extract the data from these and make a report." Jessica, unaware of the trap, thought her gift worked and the manager was giving her a good task. She agreed immediately, walking out excitedly with the files. Five minutes later, Jessica posted a huge selfie. Hand on cheek, pouting. [The manager calls me Jessica. He totally treats me like a child to be pampered.] Us: "..." Maybe she really is brain-dead. 3 Jessica took selfies openly in the office. It was hard to ignore. Whenever she took a photo, we knew a post was coming. A moment later, she posted a photo of the daisies. [A bright bouquet of daisies in a serious business office. A bit mismatched?] [But for a little girl like me, it's the only gift I could think of.] [Luckily, the leader liked it and said thank you.] Us: "..." She can spin this too? The Spoiled Slave lives up to her name. In reality, the daisies were soon trashed. We couldn't understand Jessica. If she knew nothing, why give a gift? If she knew social rules, why daisies? The manager didn't have a vase, and as a middle-aged man, he didn't care for daisies. Who knows what she was thinking. No one asked, and no one told her the flowers were in the trash. After posting her fantasy, Jessica started the task. When she opened the files to extract data, she was dumbfounded. Too much, too messy, too fragmented. The manager wanted the old data organized, but we subordinates saw it as tedious, pointless drudgery and always found excuses to avoid it. This time Jessica volunteered herself. The manager, needing a slave, dumped it on her. Jessica had no core tasks, so it was appropriate. After two days, she was reluctant. Typing data one by one was hell on the eyes and neck. Unfamiliar with databases, she got frustrated. So, Jessica started acting cute and pitiful to get help. Someone couldn't stand the whining and helped her. Leaving work, I saw a colleague bent over Jessica's computer, guiding her. Checking my phone the next morning, I saw Jessica's post: [Have you seen the moon at 4 AM?] [4 AM, the city sleeps, but I am awake. The manager is training my abilities.] [Fighting, Jessica!] Photo of charts, desk, files. Implying she worked until 4 AM. ...Quite dramatic. At work, the manager walked from his office to Jessica's desk. "You worked until 4 AM?" "No! '4 AM' is just a trending phrase online. I just used it for the caption." Jessica didn't dare lie. Claiming to work until 4 AM for a task with no deadline? No one would believe it! The manager nodded and left. He asked because he either saw the post or someone told him. Unlikely the first; he didn't care about a lowly employee's social media. Probably the latter. If Jessica dared lie today, the manager would despise her. Luckily she wasn't completely stupid. Tripped up just two weeks into the job. She only had her high-profile delusions to blame. Two days later, with help, Jessica finished. She and the helper both sighed in relief. Task done, Jessica dropped a "Thanks" and acted like nothing happened. This annoyed the colleague. If Jessica was a naive rookie, fine. But she bought flowers for the manager after a free dinner. The manager gave her grunt work, and she bragged about being pampered. Yet to the colleague who actually helped, she gave a verbal thanks and nothing else. The colleague had expected at least a coffee. Proved she thought too much. This behavior of treating people differently based on status made even the neutral people dislike Jessica. Offending most of the office in record time is a talent. 4 Two days later, the CEO wanted to send someone to City S for a day trip. The manager took the task and looked for a subordinate. All the veterans made excuses. The manager called Jessica, smiling kindly. "Jessica, there's an important task for you..." Jessica was nervous and excited. Having offended the department, no one warned her. She thought it was a great opportunity. When told about the trip, Jessica asked, "Oh? Train or plane?" Manager: "Plane, of course. And a hotel stay." Hearing "plane" and "hotel," Jessica probably imagined a TV drama business trip scene and agreed happily. She posted before leaving. [The leader said to me today: Jessica, I believe in you.] [First time flying for business. I feel like a corporate girl boss.] [Go Jessica!] Chloe laughed. "Is she sick in the head? It's a grueling trip, but she frames it as the manager training her. Acting like a spoiled slave again." I said, "Being this spoiled, her salary must be $10k a month, right?" Chloe roared with laughter. "Her? With our stingy manager? If he doesn't cut her performance bonus, she's lucky. She'll learn when payday comes." I nodded. "Let her lick boots. She'll understand when she suffers." A business trip takes time. Same day return, budget control... obviously a red-eye flight. That's why we veterans refused. As expected, Jessica flew Budget Airlines. To save money, the company booked a 2 AM flight. Next day, Jessica posted. Standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. [4 AM, the city sleeps. I mentioned this phrase once, and the leader remembered.] [The CEO specially wanted me to see the scenery at dawn!] [So beautiful. Seeing the world from a different angle is a new experience.] Arriving at 4 AM meant reaching the hotel by 5 or 6, sleeping an hour or two, then working. Rushing back in the afternoon. Exhausted and dusty. Yet she claimed the CEO pampered her. Her brain wiring was truly incomprehensible. We would have just mocked her privately. But the manager, having seen her posts forwarded to him, started following her. He was very satisfied with her attitude and used her to lecture us: "Look at Jessica! No complaints, finding joy in hardship!" "Even a red-eye flight! She appreciates the dawn scenery! You should learn from the new generation's mindset." The manager resented us for dodging the trip and used Jessica to beat us down. We resented him too. He loved grabbing tasks meant for other departments to curry favor with his bosses. Like the data entry, like this trip. Not our job. We did it before, worked overtime, and got zero extra pay. Bullying the slaves! Making the horse run without feeding it grass. Over time, we learned to dodge. Now Jessica arrived, insisting the capitalists loved the slaves, becoming the "model example." Everyone was unhappy. If she wants to bootlick, we certainly won't help her, lest we become stepping stones.
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