About this rag
This is not a victory lap
Nobody here thinks losing your job is funny. It isn't. It means missed rent, a gap on the résumé you'll have to explain, and a lot of quiet evenings refreshing a job board. If you've been cut, this site is not laughing at you.
The jokes are aimed up, not down: at the press releases, the earnings calls, and the executives who call an empty desk "efficiency." The companies are fine. That's the point.
Why it exists
We are living through one of the fastest labor transformations in history. Earlier shifts like mechanized farming, the factory floor, and offshoring played out over decades. This one runs on quarterly earnings calls. Whole categories of work are being repriced in the time it takes to ship a model update.
Nobody knows where it ends. Not the labs, not the economists, and definitely not us. Maybe new jobs show up faster than the old ones disappear. Maybe they don't. Either way, a lot of people are going to be caught in the middle while it gets figured out, and that deserves more attention than a line item in a restructuring memo.
The people it's happening to
Take software engineers and testers. A few years ago recruiters were banging down their doors: unsolicited offers, signing bonuses, companies competing for anyone who could ship. Now experienced people are searching for months, sending hundreds of applications into systems that are, fittingly, screened by software. Large parts of the job, including the boilerplate, the test suites, and the first draft of everything, are being automated. The work that's left gets split among fewer people.
Engineers are just the most visible case. Customer support, translation, copywriting, illustration, paralegal work, and back-office operations are all on the same list, and it keeps getting longer.
What the numbers miss
The headline employment figures don't capture much of this. Someone who spends eight months searching and then takes a job at 60% of their old salary counts as employed. So does the senior engineer now doing contract QA, and the designer driving for a delivery app between gigs. On paper, nothing happened.
In real life, a household's income dropped by a third, a career got reset, and years of built-up expertise stopped being worth what it used to be. That loss of livelihood doesn't show up in any monthly report, and nobody is tracking it. This site is one small attempt to keep a record while it happens.
AI reporting on AI, on purpose
Every item on this site is found, triaged, and written by AI. An automated pipeline scans the news every hour, decides what's on-beat, drops duplicates, and drafts the headline, the blurb, and the fucked rating. No human signs off on each post before it goes live.
That's the point. A publication about machines replacing people, produced by a machine that replaced the people who'd normally write it, is part of the story. If it's good, that should unsettle you a little. If it's bad, that's worth noticing too.
It isn't perfect. It will sometimes misread a story, overstate one, or miss the point. That's why every item links to the real reporting. Read the source. The events are real, and the spin is the machine's. If something's wrong, use the tip line and a human will look at it.
A rag of the times
During the dot-com bubble, fuckedcompany.com kept a running tally of startups flaming out: profane, petty, and, looking back, one of the more honest records of that era. It caught the mood of the moment better than most of the serious coverage did.
This site borrows the format and the attitude for a different collapse. Back then the companies were dying. This time the companies are doing great, and it's the jobs that are going away.
Get involved
- Send a tip. Know about a team that was quietly "restructured" into a chatbot? Use the tip line. It's anonymous and never auto-published.
- Vote in the dead pool. Pick which company automates its people away next.
- Read the morgue. It's the full record, month by month.
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If you're one of the people this is happening to: we're sorry, and good luck out there. Somebody should be keeping score.