I collect awful bosses
Hmm a length question at the start - many small deposits or one large one? Hmm a full load in one go I think!

What have I tolerated?

During my time working at a now de-funct store that was well worth it I was managed by:
- A graduate manager who had just finished university and took the role so seriously he wore a suit every day, despite spending most of his time in the stock room sweeping up and tidying away cardboard.

- The manager who would never back you up. When someone held me up with a knife for the cash in the till, he refused to come down stairs until the police arrived.

- The bastard manager who on his first day made 4 of the girls cry, including forcing one girl who'd just lost her child to a miscarriage (after her boyfriend had beat her to a pulp) to work on the toy departmet. Was evil to me until I told him where the fuck to get off. After that he was nice as pie to me.

In various office jobs:
- The manic depressive see www.b3ta.com/questions/bastardcolleagues/post115945

- The beared woman see www.b3ta.com/questions/hypocrisy/post371355

- The useless manager, who asked me how to do his job all the time, including asking me how to fill in my evaluation (just tick 4 all the way down...)

- The part time manager. He spent more time in world of warcraft during working hours than he did in the office. Apparently I could call him whenever I needed him to help out. He just never answered cos he couldn't hear over his headphones. No one else seemed to notice or care about him not being there.

- The spiteful manager who couldn't understand why I didn't see data entry as my career and so made sure I got the worst of all the data entry jobs (I hadn't picked to do data entry; my graduate placement was just awful). She'd spent 10 years to get to her position of power and was puzzled I didn't want to follow her career path.

- The manager who'd had a stroke. Great guy but he had a habit of drinking at lunch time and spending the rest of the afternoon dribling or spilling food all over his and my desk, but no one could say anything about it.

- The very efficient manager, where everything was filed neatly and precisely and all documents labelled the same, libraries organised, check lists made for all activities; but didn't actually do anything except re-organise the above all the time in a quest for perfection, rather than get on with her own job.

My wife now thinks I either deliberately choose loonies to work for, or they can't help but go made after meeting me.

Any way got to go, meeting a lovely old fellow in North Korea, apparently he has a job I'd be perfect for...
(Wooden meal is. Or is he?, Thu 18 Jun 2009, 15:04, Reply)