More soberly, I honestly think he has schizophrenia. His writing and formatting is consistent with that exhibited in TimeCube and bears some resemblance to that of Francis E. Dec, Esq.
At first, your misspelling of the man's name struck me as humorous. So I googled the right way to spell it. Oddly, there are about half as many hits for "Satay Nutella" as "Satya Nadella." Most of those were indeed posts about the CEO of Microsoft. That would imply either this is a pretty common misspelling, or that it's intentional. Interestingly, there were a couple of hits that were links to recipes for a hazelnut dipping sauce for chicken skewers. YUM!!
But to your actual point. It is amazing how often these sorts of bonus structures have unintended consequences. Like the Office Depot computer people who would get a bonus based on a percentage of people who bought equipment with their stupid extra warranty. Safety bonus programs that reward reporting certain types of events (like trips or hand injuries), now all of a sudden people are dropping hammers on fingers. Or capping out a sales bonus, so a sales person just doesn't bother after he's met his quota.
A well constructed incentive plan is hard to come by.
Baptists are incapable of rational thought or putting things in perspective. Drink, dance, or have anal sex and they go into an uncontrollable rage.
That makes about as much sense.
I read it more like: Hillary = "say whatever is likely to get me elected" and Trump = "say whatever crazy shit comes to mind"
Gary Johnson 2016, or Jill Stein for that matter. Anybody but those two jackwagons.
I have found the fastest way to get the attention of somebody who can help you solve your problem is to email the CEO of the company. Just take a stab at what their email address is, based on the email addresses of other people in the company.
I had been getting the runaround from my energy company for about a week. This was a medium-sized industrial account, and we were trying to reconnect following some storm damage to the pole. Finally after somebody on the phones basically said there were no records of the other six calls I had made, I got fed up. Guessed on the CEO's address, got it right. Wrote a professional letter explaining the situation. The next day there were three trucks at my door, and two engineers on the phone.
We were introduced to this method by my electrician's wife. Any time she doesn't get love from Comcast, or Verizon, or Lennar, etc., she just emails the CEO. Works every time.
A buddy of mine is former military and a reluctant Trump supporter (was Cruz). Even he agreed, basically if the Secretary of State says it's sufficiently unclassified enough for her to put it on a personal server, there aren't a lot of people who can disagree with her.
The ideal voice for radio may be defined as showing no substance, no sex, no owner, and a message of importance for every housewife. -- Harry V. Wade