The Wheatridge office is truly a sight to behold—an architectural masterpiece of neglect. Picture a 1970’s sitcom set that’s been abandoned, dust-coated, and generously sprinkled with litter. Add a steady crowd of unhoused folks milling around the entrance, and voilà: ambiance! The POC staff lovingly call it “the White House”—not for its prestige, but for the complete absence of color anywhere, including leadership. And let’s not forget the board of directors, a group so unrepresentative of the Denver Metro Area they might as well be assembled from a stock-photo catalog titled “Corporate Diversity: 1981 Edition.”
As for the shelters, well, if you're a person of color, maybe bring backup—or better yet, don’t. Leadership there subscribes religiously to the Mean Girls: Passive Aggressive Edition handbook. Their white-savior energy could power a small city, and their grasp on reality is… aspirational. Staff quitting, ghosting, or disappearing into the void? Completely normal. Professionalism? Never heard of her.
Then there’s the CEO, who graces employees with long emails detailing his weekend adventures and lacrosse escapades—riveting stuff no one asked for. He never visits the shelters, but who needs firsthand knowledge when you’ve got vibes?
The hiring standards? If it breathes, it qualifies. Maybe even if it doesn’t. Leadership acts like the popular kids in high school—if the popular kids ran dilapidated shelters and were openly mocked by their own staff. And pay? Let’s just say some clients are making out better financially.
Best thing about working in Wheatridge? Imagine Kids Say the Darndest Things, but with adults lacking basic common sense. HR? A myth. Technology? They’ve mastered electricity—barely.
Would I recommend Family Tree to peers? Only the ones I truly despise.
