In a world of work, a facade so grand,
Where career paths of OpenTable seem to stretch and expand,
But 'tis but a mirage, a false hope displayed,
As toxic waters and under the table interview slowly erode our shade.
CEO, they claim, holds care in their heart,
Yet not for the individual, just the OpenTable part,
Employees mere tools in their grand scheme,
Where the end's the focus, no matter how extreme.
In this culture, "ends justify means," they say,
As we become collateral in Christa Quarles corporate ballet,
It's nothing personal, just business, they decree,
In this complex world of work, we must find our decree.