I wouldn’t want to run a company unless I could beat people up. I’d run into their tiny boxes and scare them. Every now and then I’d even club them on the head.
I’d call it baby seal day.
In the lobby I’d have dungeons and dragons style dice and each morning the staff would have to roll for their day. Depending on the amount of their roll I’d terrorize them differently and in varying degrees.
Then on Friday mornings and evenings before hometime I’d make them pick up garbage along the highway. 
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