The walk to get lunch at the market. Sharing a homemade tiramisu.
What the fuck kind of life is that?
Look, go to the office, have fun with the tiramisu, just don't ever argue your perceived benefits of in-person communication in support of a manager's wish to force it. I'd much prefer if you would directly argue in favor of it being kept an open option.
I am completely out of the job market right now and I really fucking hate participating in corporate culture. Fuck all of it, completely. It can all burn in a world-ending self-inflicted catastrophe. A bunch of idiots laughing over a coffee about how they're gonna earn their share from completely unnecessary and actively destructive activities. Managing the company profiles of fucking sports commentators. Designing and turning giant sheets of steel into "decorative" fucking planters.
It's just so much fluff. Meaningless, unimportant fluff. And this is what we're requiring people spend 8 hours a day for the rest of their life on.
I fucking hate our civilization.