In a general sense. In the day to day business these ghouls can and will do things that will hurt their mid/long term interest because it fits their vibe or they don't really get it/know the history.
Elon does want to lead a fascist empire, but the nonsense-ai-crypto-bazinga version in his ketamine-head, not the fairly boring but successful, actually existing empire.
Good, cheap wireless noise-cancelling headphones are one of the few legitimately wonderful technological advancements of the last 10 years. Very few things help my with my ADHD as much as these fuckers.
Annoying coworker breathing like a 400 m runner? Headphones. Loud, stressful supermarket? Headphones. The little kid downstairs throws it's third tantrum of the day? You know it.
Cables can suck it. I will wrestle Bluetooth anyday before getting my head yanked back because I forgot my headset has a cable and i suddenly got up to get some water.
No, because that would be useful and increase safety and comfort at the cost of... basically nothing.
Volkswagen
Wait. I think some other fash was faster.
"I guess, you could call it a dark soul, prepare to die edition"
"Ahhh, my eyes why is this lava so bright"
"Souls... Souls never change."
By the way, I think the boys found an actual mermaid, let's check it out. Hm, why can I hear bells tolling on the open sea?
Post a slice! The crust looks 
Welcome to the Jungle on permanent loop blasting in the background
Love me a good wetbulb room temperature.
Dexamphetamine.
Sleeping on time also helps. But that's difficult.
I do have a mostly competent manager. I will apologize and say something to the likes you said. I will take my meds, breathe and find words and actions that will make this situation acceptable. I appreciate your words in any case.
But the dread of failure and rejection is so deep seated, it physically hurts. I stare at my problem and I know it's transient, it's solvable and it will be okay... And yet my body and soul react to it with a violence that is usually reserved for hearing about events in Gaza or a loved one dying. I have failed a thousend times on similar things and all my brain learned is shame and hiding. I am better now, but it's still like a baseball bat to the gut. It's full on fight or flight, and my body is going 100% flight and leaves the fighting for another day.