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By Ken Hollow, reluctant fortune teller of corporate nonsense
Let’s be honest: Key Performance Indicators (KPIs) are just tarot cards with pie charts. Managers shuffle them around, pretend to interpret them, and then use them to justify why you don’t get a raise this quarter. They’re less about truth and more about vibes, dressed up in dashboards and pastel PowerPoint slides.
Every company has its own sacred deck:
Executives pretend these numbers are divine revelations. Really, they’re about as predictive as me pulling the Three of Swords for “Q4 Marketing Alignment.”
The dashboard is the modern scrying mirror. All those glowing charts, all those colorful trend lines. “We’re up 3% in engagement!” Cool. Does that pay rent? Does that solve anything? No. It’s just pretty graphs hypnotizing people into thinking work has been done.
I’ve seen managers refresh dashboards like gamblers pulling the lever on a slot machine. One more refresh and maybe the numbers will change. Spoiler: they don’t.
Of course, Nana got involved. When I ranted about KPIs being corporate tarot, she pulled out her literal tarot deck.
Honestly? More accurate than the dashboard.
KPIs aren’t about progress. They’re about performance — not the kind you measure, but the kind you put on for shareholders.
KPIs are corporate tarot. They soothe executives, scare employees, and give everyone something to stare at while nothing changes. They’re less accurate than Nana’s moon charts, less honest than her raccoon omens, and infinitely more boring.
So the next time someone waves a dashboard at you, nod sagely and say: “Ah yes, the cards have spoken.” Then go back to doing actual work.
Ken Hollow, unwilling KPI reader, professional dashboard skeptic
Hi. I’m Ken. I run Two Second Solutions, a one-man agency that somehow landed a fox spirit influencer as a client. I drink too much coffee, blog when I need to vent, and regularly update my résumé just in case she sets the office on fire again. I’m not crying — it’s just spell residue.
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