Sometimes your spreadsheet lies to you. It explains and it predicts and sometimes — not as often or as obviously as it used to and therefore more insidiously — it’s wrong in way it’s not correctness but sanity which is uncharacteristically foregrounded by being absent.
There’s a duty when this happens to push back. Amid the values you have to convincingly rephrase for the HR bot every few weeks there’s the company’s commitment to heed the warnings from underpaid workers against the expensive prestigious software their own continuing employment is decided by.
There’s also an opportunity. It is said, although unproven, that the enthusiastic use of those bouts of unworldly revelation improves some unknowable performance metric and is rewarded with some unspecified boon.
You don’t (put words to the frozen nightmare fear of sneering gloating unanswerable words beyond logic and meaning from the powerful on your screens (the loved ones in your unopened memories)) do anything.