Group Noa International

 Oh man, let me spill the beans about my stint at Grupo Noa International with none other than the CEO extraordinaire, Jorge. Buckle up, because this tale is a rollercoaster.

So there I was, thinking joining Grupo Noa International was the next big move. Spoiler alert: it turned out to be a facepalm moment of epic proportions.

Picture this – work-life balance? 

Not in their vocabulary. I walked in as a manager, ready to lead a team, and suddenly I'm knee-deep in Grupo Noa International's accounting labyrinth. Yeah, me, the accounting novice. Go figure.

And hold onto your hats for this one. They decided my plate wasn't full enough, so they loaded me up with tasks that felt like they came from another dimension. I mean, I'm all about challenges, but this was like trying to juggle flaming torches blindfolded.

Now, Jorge, the CEO, oh boy. Remember when I took a day off for my engagement? Well, he didn't quite throw confetti. Instead, he had a fit that could rival a toddler's tantrum. Like, seriously dude? Ruin my engagement buzz much?

Oh, and guess what? 

They decided weekends were overrated – especially Saturdays. Adios, Saturday off! They pulled the ol' switcheroo and asked for a 6-day workweek, all without even a whiff of extra dough. Classic Grupo Noa International move, right?

But wait, there's more! The grand promise of a sweet 15% raise after 3 months? Drumroll, please... it vanished into thin air after 7 months. Jorge way of keeping us on our toes, I suppose.

And get this, they thought it would be a hoot to throw tasks at me that were about as fitting as a giraffe in a tutu. Designing social media posts on Adobe? Yeah, I'm a designer now, apparently. Even though my resume missed that memo.

Oh, the icing on this cake of chaos? People fleeing the scene like it's a haunted house, all within a couple months. And who can blame them? With Jorge charming leadership style, it's a miracle anyone stuck around.

So, to sum it up, my adventure at the one and only Grupo Noa International, starring the illustrious Jorge , was like riding a tornado in a teacup. Would I wish it upon my worst enemy? Absolutely not. That place takes the cake for the worst gig in the history of gigs.