Turning toward the dark side
Turning toward the dark side
What do you do when a boss that you so appreciated her efforts when she started, turns indifferent, transparent, goal-oriented (goal-oriented being the nicest way possible to explain her ass-kissing, statistic-manipulating ways).
Basically Step-on-me is looking for a new job, but she doesn’t really (read: half-heartedly) care. She doesn’t care about her staff, doesn’t care that she’s causing them undue stress, doesn’t even care that she’s not using them to their full potential. She won’t even allow them to take a class to improve themselves and ICE when Carol says it’s okay and their contract legally says it’s okay.
She won’t let us have overtime even though the government and corporate says we can have it. She doesn’t care about us and refuses to help us when we have problems. “I can’t do anything. Talk to Carol.” What the hell? She can DO something, she just doesn’t give a shit.
Any conversations we have in office must either be work-related or she must be talking about herself. Otherwise, she marches across the hall and says, “Okay Chatty-Cathies. Focus, focus, focus.” How obnoxious is that? Being called a Chatty-Cathy? Even if we are working while we’re talking, it’s still not allowed. That’s why I don’t feel bad calling her ‘Step-on-me’, because that’s what she’s become. Bending over to upper-management—even the most ludicrous changes are allowed just because she doesn’t want to deal with them anymore.
The other day, she reminded us that she’s leaving on yet ANOTHER 2-week vacation in a few weeks and that we have to ‘focus-focus-focus’ to get things done before she leaves. No apologies for putting us through this crap AGAIN, just weeks after her last 2-week vacation that made us all want to quit. No apologies for doing this right when the workload starts getting heavy and it’ll be twice as stressful this time around. Nothing. Just ‘focus-focus-focus’, she’s going on a cruise for two weeks so we have to suffer, before (because she’s making us hurry), during (because we have to handle our workload and all her workload while she’s gone), and after (because she’ll be freaking out when she gets back about all the stuff she missed and now has to do).
Fan-fsuking-tastic.
Yesterday, she barges into the room while a coworker is talking to my department about work-related stuff and says, “You know what’s weird? Yesterday I was at the gas station filling up my Jeep Cherokee Laredo when this lady says (out of the blue! I didn’t know her, she just started talking!) ‘how do you like your Laredo?’ I then said, ‘Oh, I love it. Except the gas…’ The I start to get in my car and she stops me and says, ‘I’m a recruiter and you have excellent people skills. Can I have your number?’ (I’m-not-looking-for-a-job or anything) Now she won’t stop calling me!”
Who the HELL gives some freaking stranger their number when they AREN’T looking for a job?? And this, just months from her telling me that all she cares about is money and that she doesn’t think I should care about my job, but rather how much money I make.
What do you do when a boss that you so appreciated her efforts when she started, turns indifferent, transparent, goal-oriented (goal-oriented being the nicest way possible to explain her ass-kissing, statistic-manipulating ways).
Basically Step-on-me is looking for a new job, but she doesn’t really (read: half-heartedly) care. She doesn’t care about her staff, doesn’t care that she’s causing them undue stress, doesn’t even care that she’s not using them to their full potential. She won’t even allow them to take a class to improve themselves and ICE when Carol says it’s okay and their contract legally says it’s okay.
She won’t let us have overtime even though the government and corporate says we can have it. She doesn’t care about us and refuses to help us when we have problems. “I can’t do anything. Talk to Carol.” What the hell? She can DO something, she just doesn’t give a shit.
Any conversations we have in office must either be work-related or she must be talking about herself. Otherwise, she marches across the hall and says, “Okay Chatty-Cathies. Focus, focus, focus.” How obnoxious is that? Being called a Chatty-Cathy? Even if we are working while we’re talking, it’s still not allowed. That’s why I don’t feel bad calling her ‘Step-on-me’, because that’s what she’s become. Bending over to upper-management—even the most ludicrous changes are allowed just because she doesn’t want to deal with them anymore.
The other day, she reminded us that she’s leaving on yet ANOTHER 2-week vacation in a few weeks and that we have to ‘focus-focus-focus’ to get things done before she leaves. No apologies for putting us through this crap AGAIN, just weeks after her last 2-week vacation that made us all want to quit. No apologies for doing this right when the workload starts getting heavy and it’ll be twice as stressful this time around. Nothing. Just ‘focus-focus-focus’, she’s going on a cruise for two weeks so we have to suffer, before (because she’s making us hurry), during (because we have to handle our workload and all her workload while she’s gone), and after (because she’ll be freaking out when she gets back about all the stuff she missed and now has to do).
Fan-fsuking-tastic.
Yesterday, she barges into the room while a coworker is talking to my department about work-related stuff and says, “You know what’s weird? Yesterday I was at the gas station filling up my Jeep Cherokee Laredo when this lady says (out of the blue! I didn’t know her, she just started talking!) ‘how do you like your Laredo?’ I then said, ‘Oh, I love it. Except the gas…’ The I start to get in my car and she stops me and says, ‘I’m a recruiter and you have excellent people skills. Can I have your number?’ (I’m-not-looking-for-a-job or anything) Now she won’t stop calling me!”
Who the HELL gives some freaking stranger their number when they AREN’T looking for a job?? And this, just months from her telling me that all she cares about is money and that she doesn’t think I should care about my job, but rather how much money I make.
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