Every morning when I get to work, I say a little prayer of gratitude for having a supportive boss. I’ve had my fair share of terrible bosses in the past and to work for someone who’s actually a good person is a nice change.
In fact, it’s downright liberating. I’m lucky that my boss is a working mom who understands working mom issues. She’s encouraged me to flex my schedule to allow for play-dates and has never once rolled her eyes when my family is sick once again.
I think I’ve probably worked for some of the worst bosses in the world. Or at the very least the worst bosses in Silicon Valley. I’ve had the micro-manager who put her team on a lunch schedule just to control her own need to know where we were at all times. I had the dishonest boss that would tell confidential information to his staff and then pick a scapegoat to take the blame when that confidential information was leaked. Or the manager that looked down on taking any vacation ever as if your vacation balance indicated your loyalty to the company.
There was the bully boss that reduced more than one person to tears. After a few months of being totally stressed out I found the bully boss’ weakness — a strong, loud woman. I spent the next three years having to raise my voice and be aggressive to survive (which of course, classified me as a bitch and nearly killed my career at the company).
I’ve managed people in the past and know that it can be a tough job. Sometimes you hire the wrong person. Sometimes you inherit a team of idiots. And sometimes you have to learn how to motivate and encourage people instead of ridicule or bully them.
So now, as I chat with my manager about ballet lessons (for her daughters), the Star Wars obessession (from my son), balancing work with kids with moms-nights-out, I thank my lucky stars that my jerky-bosses are a thing of the past.
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