FlexOffers Reviews

This may be the most honest review you’ll see for pages. Happy reading, I’ll start at the beginning. When interviewing for this position, I was blown away at how amazing HR and my (then) potential supervisor were. Relatable, funny, down to earth, reassuring that I was doing the right thing by even considering leaving the company I was working for. I accepted the position 4 days after the interview. I turned down a job offer that came in within the same hour even though FlexOffers was offering me $20k LESS than the other place- I liked the vibe of the people I spoke with. I thought I would be able to advance in my affiliate marketing career and go places. When I received my equipment, it came in a beat-up old cardboard box with one piece of tape on the bottom. When the UPS driver brought it to my porch, I was worried that everything would fall out of the bottom of it. I was shocked when I opened everything that the monitors, laptop, and other equipment actually worked. Each piece of equipment was packed in 1 layer of bubble wrap. As a remote employee, one would expect there to be more care from their new company when receiving equipment, but not at FlexOffers. On my first day, I opened my “orientation” meeting invitation and there was no dial in number or Zoom link. So I sat on my computer, direction-less for 3 hours doing nothing. Even after reaching out to HR and my manager multiple times. Nothing. The same HR rep I interviewed with finally called me an hour after our scheduled orientation. During “orientation” (for lack of a better term), they kept talking about how everyone is family, and you should be so happy to be here, and “you’ll be here for a lonnnnng time and never leave”…the standard stuff. They promised I would have insurance and benefits within 30 days but I never did. During this, my internet provider decided to do some routine work so my WiFi kept cutting in and out. HR became visibly frustrated and not “happy” anymore around the second time. When it happened a third time they said “you need to get your internet fixed or this job isn’t going to work out.” The same thing happened later in the day with my supervisor. That night I had to go to Staples and spend a ridiculous amount of money on an ethernet cable to stretch from the first level of my home to the second where my office space is so my computer could connect to the router. Everything was OK for the first 2-3 weeks. At the end of the third week, our team lead left the company for bigger and better things. In our end of the week team call, my supervisor completely bashed this person and said things like “oh they’re extremely negative and bitter” and “you need to tell me everything they said” and “you need to form your own opinions of this company.” It was completely uncalled for. The next week, my supervisor began belittling me and berating me. In one meeting, they yelled at me for not reading my emails (even though I did). For some reason, they were caught up on the fact that I had less years of experience than the other members of our team. They also called us “girls” even though my teammates and I are all clearly adult women. I could go on and on about this person. I could talk about how they allowed clients we worked for harass teammates of mine, or how they spoke down to me constantly and in a different tone of voice than other members of the team, or how they lied about the platform features to clients in order to get them to pay setup fees, or how they trash talked clients before and after calls…but I won’t. The entire company is toxic. The owner is completely paranoid: he has cameras set up in the offices that point directly at employee desks so he can see exactly what they’re doing. During orientation, you have to read the entire corporate handbook and sign every single page acknowledging you accept the terms of his manifesto. He has had IT install monitoring software on all of the computers. If you cover your webcam for privacy, you could get fired. If you don’t have enough keystrokes during the day, you could get fired. I was interrogated by IT one day about why I wasn’t logged in to the VPN so they could monitor me. I sent screenshots and screenshared to prove I was (and had been since my first day) and they still didn’t believe me. The micromanaging at FlexOffers is unreal to the point where my friends and family didn’t believe my stories but accepted them because I couldn’t possibly make them up. The excessive belittlement, monitoring, and fear of being fired if I didn’t type enough during the day caused me to have a panic attack only three weeks in to working at FlexOffers.com. I was unable to function for two days but thankfully this happened during the weekend, so my keystrokes were not negatively impacted. For reference, it took three years for me to have a panic attack due to the immense stress I endured working for my previous employer. It was so bad my DOG (who is less than a year old) began to get depressed. He would sleep all day, wouldn’t eat until I got off work, wouldn’t play until I got off work, and, when he was awake, started pulling the hair out of his paws because he was so anxious. There were days I would just hold him and cry while I promised him that I would find a better job. I began binge eating as a way to cope with all of the negative, depressed emotions I was experiencing. At the end, I began to get nauseous in the morning just thinking about logging in to work. When I quit, I didn’t receive a response for almost a week. I was met with extreme hostility from HR. I was the bad guy for quitting a company that was causing extreme mental illness for me and my dog. I was the bad guy for valuing myself enough to know that I do not have to work for micromanagers and toxic bosses. HR eventually stopped responding to my emails since I refused to speak with them over the phone because I wanted a paper trail. So, if you’re considering working at FlexOffers, don’t waste your time. Well, if you like being micromanaged, spied on, lied to, belittled, berated, harassed, and want to learn payroll laws in your state so you can fight for your last paycheck, go ahead. For everyone else, save yourself, your expectations, and your sanity (and the mental wellbeing of your pets) and look for employment elsewhere. You deserve the best. FlexOffers isn’t it. It has taken weeks for me to feel confident again at my new job. Some days, FlexOffers feels like a horrible nightmare. Other days I question if my time there actually happened. They are the Voldemort of jobs. My friends won’t let me speak about FlexOffers because it was so traumatic. But now, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Quitting FlexOffers on a whim was the best thing I’ve ever done. For my dog: he’s happy, plays all the time, eats his food, and has stopped pulling out his hair.