My Narcissistic Boss OR How I Realized I Was Sane

While visiting my mother, she happened to make a side comment about how she thought my boss is narcissistic. Curious as to what the tell-tale signs of narcissism were, I googled the disorder and came across this well-organized website devoted to Narcissistic Personality Disorder. http://www.halcyon.com/jmashmun/npd/index.html

I was surprised by the description on the front page. It seemed similar, but I wanted to read the traits to make sure. There were about 28 traits that were elaborated in detail. Stepzilla fit every damn trait and description on that page.

Of course, it’s hilarious, but equally very sad. Not sad for Stepzilla, but sad for us, the lowly marketing peons situation below her flaming mouth.

I instantly share it with everyone I have contact with that has shared their loathing of Stepzilla. Every person could recall prime examples of nearly every trait. Things that didn’t fit were easily explained by referencing her mother—who we also assume is suffering from the same disorder.

Thankfully we now realize to the full extent what we are dealing with and now have some sort of solace in the fact that we aren’t insane. We, in fact, are NOT doing anything wrong and are actually correct when we think we’re correct. She does nitpick just for the sake of nitpicking and will say anything to bring you down.

This also explains her recent decent behavior towards me. She’s told Mavvy infrequently that she doesn’t want me to leave. So, because I have something over her, she is nice to me so I will stay. Some may think this is a good situation to be in. I don’t care how long I’ve been here or how nice she’s being to me, she’s still pure evil. The fact that I can see right through her sugar-coated ruse just makes me want to leave even more.

In reading the site, I was hoping there might be some sort of solution to the disorder or some way to deal with this personality. The site suggests distance (which is impossible considering she’s right across the hall and spends 9-hours a day in our office) OR we could give her everything she wants whenever she wants it and never ask for any reciprocation at all. Even THINKING about giving such a vile creature any time of ego-fluffing makes me furious, so that is totally out of the question.

A few have suggested that I anonymously leave this on her chair, and perhaps I will when I leave. It won’t help matters any, but it would make me feel better. Maybe even a link to this blog…