I just inherited a new team at my late stage start up, and a lot of my new direct reports happen to be pretty lazy, and hardly get their job done. They literally do the bare minimum, and they don't do anything outside of their job description - well, except eat all of our free snacks, attend our free yoga classes and our gym during work hours, relax in our calm room, drink our free beer and cold brew coffee, and participate in ping pong tournaments in the office.
I love all of the perks, too, but come on, People! Perks need to be earned. I brought this up at the team meeting, and they all pushed back and said I don't understand work life balance or being young (I'm 37) or how important it is for time away from screens to decompress. Work is stressful, they say. Balance and self-care is the priority, they say. Snacks and yoga and ping pong for hours a day helps motivate them, they say. Everyone needs to focus on being in the present more, they say. The company gave them all of these perks because they want them to be rested, happy, and energized, they say.
Most of the company is filled with great, hard working people, hence how we made it to late stages of VC funding. But this particular team is a nightmare of underachievement and entitlement, and I understand why the last manager quit.
I want to tell them, no, the company actually gave you all of these perks to encourage you to stay at work longer and get more done, not spend less hours here enjoying more perks and sucking the perks out of the company for those who actually have earned them.
I don't know how to get through to them. They all think I'm old and irrelevant and don't get it. Maybe I should just eat some wasabi peas and I'll find clarity.
In addition to not being able to stand my whole team, I just saw the recent GOT episode and now I dream of being Daenerys, and being like, forget this, and flying a dragon overhead and lighting the whole city on fire. Except instead of my dragon blowing fire, it would be blowing ping pong balls and yoga mats and yogurt covered pretzels and spraying them with craft beer, all while the tranquil, meditative music from the calm room plays in my wake.
I feel like I'm about to lose it. Any advice for an old, irrelevant woman who wants to fly a dragon over her office? :)