The dominatrix bossI recently had a boss for five months who was the worst boss I ever worked for.
In fact, I've been working for 45 years, and I have been fortunate to never have had a bad boss or bad work environment until I went to work for this place.
The pay was great and the benefits were great, so this manager just assumed that because the job paid so well that she could treat you like (dirt), and she did -- almost every day.
The supervisors didn't like her, either. But they were too afraid of her and too afraid for their jobs to stand up to her.
When I started getting physically ill from the stress of the work environment, I left. I've been out of a job for eight months now, and I have no regrets.
I just wonder how people like her live with themselves.
Boss goes off her medsAs a rehabilitation counselor, I am in a narrow and specialized field. That does not mean well-paying, however.
On the first day of my employment, I overheard my assigned office mentor calling a prospective employer.
By the end of the first month on the job, I had seen this boss put down her boss, bad-mouth previous employees, lie to customers and use me to duck her ex.
Then, after the first six months on the job, I was a target.
For instance, even though I wear boatnecked shirts as a rule, I showed too much cleavage.
My hair was unprofessional. One morning, I got up, washed and dried my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. She didn't like where it was sitting.
My casework was judged in an inconsistent manner. When every counselor in the office literally did the job of two people, she refused to help us out.
Her advice was against the written policy of the department.
She played us against each other.
She was the supervisor to her former lover.
The worst part was the emotional abuse she dished out to me, reducing me to tears on more than one occasion.
She claimed that I was unliked, unwelcome and unwanted in the office. I learned she had done this to the other counselors in the office as well, driving us out, one by one.
Ultimately, I ended up in a better job and was stronger for the experience.
For the record, my supervisor admitted she was bipolar and didn't always take her medication.
Ol' YellerI was so thrilled to leave cold New York City, where I worked at a TV station, to move to sunny Florida and find another TV station to work for!
Though I was very excited to get this job, I found myself concerned about the warnings from my predecessors regarding the boss I'd be directly working for.
"Rude," "abrupt" and "sarcastic" were adjectives regularly used to describe him during my training.
I struggled with his condescending tone every day. He picked at every little thing I did from day one.
I began to keep a regular incidence log of all our confrontations. Three months into the job, he picked at one more insignificant thing I did and called me into his office, where he proceeded to lean in to me to yell at me.
He'd talked down to me plenty before, but he'd never gotten that aggressive. So to show him that I wasn't intimidated, I leaned back into him. He blew up and got on his phone to (human resources), insisting (the director) come in immediately.
The HR director attempted to suggest that she simply move me to another department while they looked for my replacement.
He quickly shot that idea down, saying, "She needs to pursue her career with another company all together."
The HR director asked me if I could stay to at least train my replacement, and at the moment, I agreed. But after leaving for lunch and calling my husband to rant, he insisted I not go back to work.
He'd noticed the stress I'd been under in the past couple of months and how it had affected my health.
I was relieved that I was being released from that torture and chose not to return.