Absolute Power
Have you ever been put in a position of power? Did you become a rabid dictator, or did you completely arse it up and end up publicly humiliated? We demand you tell us your stories.
Thanks to The Supreme Crow for the suggestion
( , Thu 8 Jul 2010, 14:09)
Have you ever been put in a position of power? Did you become a rabid dictator, or did you completely arse it up and end up publicly humiliated? We demand you tell us your stories.
Thanks to The Supreme Crow for the suggestion
( , Thu 8 Jul 2010, 14:09)
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Yeah near the end.
Warning - fairly long, possibly dull but it's my story so there.
I left my old job due to people having too much power.
I’d worked for the same company, happily and without complaint, for about five years when we got taken over. The new company brought in new managers. The new managers took a dislike to me because I got on with everyone, including doctors (addressing them by their SHOCK HORROR Christian names and not bowing and scraping), I stood up for myself, I stood up for others who were being bullied, I was the Union rep and I had a quirky (not scruffy) sense of style, including facial piercings.
Of the many things that happened to me over the next couple of years (being pointed out to visitors from other offices as ‘the office individual’, being told by one manager that the way I speak to people, it’s amazing how I have any friends, being told to change my personality in seven days – seeing as your personality is defined by the age of 21, and I was about 26 at the time, this wasn’t going to happen, being told I don’t give the doctors the amount of respect they deserve – I countered they’re human beings just like me and they get the same amount of respect that I give to any human being) one thing stuck out as a use of absolute power.
I’d been sent on a management course (foolishly, they thought I was management material). Two other managers from our company were on the course too. Discussing appearance of staff etc one day, I was singled out in the class because of my piercings. I just shrugged it off because I was used to it, when one of the other managers from our place decided to drop the bombshell ‘Yeah well, we’re banning facial piercings’. It was news to me. I was the only person in the (non customer facing) office who had facial piercings and so it was obviously a dig at me. But the fucking cow did it in this situation so I couldn’t react properly. She was wrong. I told her that I’d been employed with these and if they decided they were going to change their minds now, I’d leave (yes, very teenagery, but I was fucking angry).
The ban never came into force. But it was just another thing on an ever increasing list of things they held against me that forced me out, but not before I went sick with extreme depression.
Bonus though, the company is going down the shitter. Small victory for me but just as sweet.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 10:58, 4 replies)
Warning - fairly long, possibly dull but it's my story so there.
I left my old job due to people having too much power.
I’d worked for the same company, happily and without complaint, for about five years when we got taken over. The new company brought in new managers. The new managers took a dislike to me because I got on with everyone, including doctors (addressing them by their SHOCK HORROR Christian names and not bowing and scraping), I stood up for myself, I stood up for others who were being bullied, I was the Union rep and I had a quirky (not scruffy) sense of style, including facial piercings.
Of the many things that happened to me over the next couple of years (being pointed out to visitors from other offices as ‘the office individual’, being told by one manager that the way I speak to people, it’s amazing how I have any friends, being told to change my personality in seven days – seeing as your personality is defined by the age of 21, and I was about 26 at the time, this wasn’t going to happen, being told I don’t give the doctors the amount of respect they deserve – I countered they’re human beings just like me and they get the same amount of respect that I give to any human being) one thing stuck out as a use of absolute power.
I’d been sent on a management course (foolishly, they thought I was management material). Two other managers from our company were on the course too. Discussing appearance of staff etc one day, I was singled out in the class because of my piercings. I just shrugged it off because I was used to it, when one of the other managers from our place decided to drop the bombshell ‘Yeah well, we’re banning facial piercings’. It was news to me. I was the only person in the (non customer facing) office who had facial piercings and so it was obviously a dig at me. But the fucking cow did it in this situation so I couldn’t react properly. She was wrong. I told her that I’d been employed with these and if they decided they were going to change their minds now, I’d leave (yes, very teenagery, but I was fucking angry).
The ban never came into force. But it was just another thing on an ever increasing list of things they held against me that forced me out, but not before I went sick with extreme depression.
Bonus though, the company is going down the shitter. Small victory for me but just as sweet.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 10:58, 4 replies)
I would not even interview someone with facial piercings
In work, not professional. Out of work, great.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 13:21, closed)
In work, not professional. Out of work, great.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 13:21, closed)
Arse-holes at work are not good
especially the back-stabbery, fawning bum-lickery types. You should have pierced that managers face with a fountain pen.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 12:03, closed)
especially the back-stabbery, fawning bum-lickery types. You should have pierced that managers face with a fountain pen.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 12:03, closed)
^this
I just did one of those sudden bursts of laughter that took me by surprise and I spat half of my biscuit into my tea.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 12:34, closed)
I just did one of those sudden bursts of laughter that took me by surprise and I spat half of my biscuit into my tea.
( , Thu 15 Jul 2010, 12:34, closed)
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