Every week there is a leaving fika for yet another coworker. Or two. Or three. Today was the leaving fika for our head of talent acquisition, the person who recruited me, among many, many others, and pretty much made the Stockholm branch of tretton37 into what it was.

Most days, there are no more than two or three developers in the office. We only come here to say good-bye to yet another beloved colleague.

The CEO is clinging to the hope of turning things around. But what’s left now to build upon? The people, who made this company into what it was, are leaving. The culture has been smashed into pieces. The Stockholm office has no managers left (except one freshly appointed one who has never held a managerial position before).

We had something wonderful, and now it’s been destroyed, and it’s such a sad sight.