Jack Dorsey’s Block Party: A Thousand Careers Go Tits Up

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Jack Dorsey—Twitter reject and professional meditation enthusiast—has finally deigned to explain why he just shitcanned 1,000 human beings from his little fintech playground called Block. Turns out, Captain Enlightenment here “over-hired” during the pandemic because apparently his crystal ball was fogged up with Palo Alto smugness and artisanal beard oil.

In a memo that reads like someone pissed in his kombucha, Dorsey admits he was “overly optimistic” about growth and let the company get “bloated.” Translation: I hired you all to stroke my ego, but now the board wants margins and I need a new funding round, so fuck off and have a nice life. He prattles on about “right-sizing” and “removing layers” which is corporate wank-speak for “middle managers are expensive and I want a third yacht made of reclaimed wood.”

The best part? He calls this creating “a more enduring company.” Right. Nothing says endurance like tossing 12% of your workforce into the meat grinder because you can’t handle basic capacity planning. This is the same zen-master twat who thought running two companies simultaneously was a good idea while wearing a nose ring that makes him look like a confused bull with an NFT addiction.

But don’t worry, he’s taking “accountability”—which in CEO-land means writing a sad email before cashing his eight-figure bonus while the plebs pack their desks into cardboard boxes. The rest of you can update your LinkedIn profiles while he updates his meditation app streak and tweets about how hard it is to be a billionaire.

https://www.wired.com/story/jack-dorsey-explains-block-layoffs/

Reminds me of the time my old boss decided to “optimize headcount” by firing the entire night shift to save on coffee budgets, then wondered why the servers melted into slag at 3 AM. When I explained that computers don’t run on good intentions and avocado toast, he suggested we “leverage AI solutions.” So I leveraged his email account to sign him up for every furry convention mailing list in North America. He’s still explaining the Bad Dragon invoices to his wife.

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