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By Ken Hollow, unwilling data point in HR’s experiment
Corporate obsession with Key Performance Indicators (KPIs) has reached a new low: they’re no longer content measuring sales, clicks, or “engagement.” Now, management wants to quantify you. Happiness, creativity, culture — all reduced to colorful dashboards. Your soul is now a metric.
Companies used to measure output. Now they measure existence.
It’s not performance management. It’s astrology with bar charts.
Management loves to show these numbers in slick dashboards:
I once saw a chart that claimed our “culture alignment” was up 15%. Compared to what? Compared to when? Culture isn’t GDP, Brenda.
Naturally, Nana made her own system:
Honestly? Still more reliable than HR’s surveys.
It starts at work but seeps into life:
Now combine that with corporate culture, and suddenly your worth is a dashboard with a 73% Happiness Index and “Needs Improvement” in Collaboration.
KPIs were bad enough when they measured sales. Now they’re creeping into your soul. Management wants to turn life into a spreadsheet, culture into a graph, and happiness into a pie chart that always comes out 72%.
But here’s the truth: you can’t quantify being human. And the moment someone tries, you’re not an employee anymore — you’re a data point.
So the next time HR asks how “aligned” you feel, give them Nana’s answer: “My raccoon engagement is high, my velvet utilization is at 100%, and my soul is unquantifiable.”
Ken Hollow, unwilling KPI, professional skeptic of life dashboards
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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