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Jingy

climber

Somewhere out there

Topic Author's Original Post - Sep 13, 2010 - 11:41pm PT

I thought about it a little...

Why is there not a "Worst Boss" thread after the "Worst Job" thread....?

I mean.. most of what made my worst job a "worst job" was the person who was always either just above me, or the other ass that was above them....

Or why not a "Worst Co-Worker"?

I just heard about an experiment that pretty much pointed me out as a "bad apple" in the work place. There apparently are three types that bring down productivity: The jackass, the slacker, and the depressing/pessimist.

Not going to say which one I am (if you've read enough of me.. you already know)

So let's hear it. Worst Boss? or Worst Co-worker?

rottingjohnny

Sport climber

mammoth lakes ca

Sep 13, 2010 - 11:46pm PT

Jingy...you are way to negative...why not a best boss thread....rj... :)

Jingy

climber

Somewhere out there

Topic Author's Reply - Sep 14, 2010 - 12:44am PT

Do any even exist?

Who would be your best boss?

What would a "Best Boss" be?

The whole idea of having a "boss" kinda makes me ill.

Personally, I think people can get further working together, rather than one carrying a whip, the other a shovel.

But this is bad for business if you ask business.

Ask a grad student who has studied the results.. and we find something different.

is that pessimistic?

or severe optimism?

(p.s. this won't get much further.....)

Daphne

Trad climber

Mill Valley, CA

Sep 14, 2010 - 02:09am PT

I just loved working for a boss who was a liar. If what he asked for didn't work out, he would completely deny ever having asked for it, to the point of saying he'd asked for something completely different. It was crazy making!

Yep, that was the worst of the worst. Mostly what made other bosses suck was an adherence to rules that had no reason for existing. This made me accept that I have issues with authority because I can't stand doing something just because higher-ups made an idiotic and inane rule.

I finally solved the situation by starting my own business and not having to have bosses ever again. Woo Hoo! I totally recommend it!

My best bosses have been mentors and supporters. We became allies in our purpose and when the time came to part, all was well and I was warmly wished on my way.

justthemaid

climber

Jim Henson's Basement

Sep 14, 2010 - 11:17am PT

My best boss was also my worst boss. On the upside... he was the most chill, friendly, nice guy you've ever met in your life. Let me set my own hours and basically run the studio as I saw fit. The downside was that he was a lazy pack-rat hippy with ZERO business sense and a compulsive liar when he got caught doing stupid sh#t. (So I can relate Daphne). I got tired of battling the clutter and having to bail him out of bad, destructive business practices, and doing damage control with clients he blew off.

Worst co-worker was a lazy white-trash loudmouthed nightmare. Smoked pot and cigarettes all day, watched TV, rarely worked, brought her screaming baby to work every day, stole supplies and money, spread lies and rumors about anyone who crossed her path and the worst part... the aforementioned lazy boss ^^ was too much of a spineless jellyfish to fire her even though he was aware of all of it. It finally reached a boiling point with the first and only physical altercation of my life with another human being. I showed up early, caught her stealing... again... and decided I was going to throw her ass out in the alley (even though she was technically my manager). She was moving out of town fortunately so she quit.

Reilly

Mountain climber

The Other Monrovia- CA

Sep 14, 2010 - 11:34am PT

The Scumbags

It was fall in Alaska and the economy was like a lung that had been
on the receiving end of a 12-gauge loaded with TriBall shot; it was sucking
loudly. It was also fall so most construction was winding down. A friend
had a contact so we scored some jobs building government housing at a
really remote Inuit village. We get out there and it is soon apparent that
the guys running the show are real scumbags. Nevertheless, it is a job and
the village and its people are great so I try to hold my tongue. After a
few weeks it got to be rather difficult. They wanted us to frame the walls,
install the insulation, and then apply the siding before standing the walls up.
This is pretty standard practice but not while it is pouring rain! What it
meant was that the insulation was getting thoroughly soaked and was soon
sealed up all the better to get some good rot going. This was also going to
happen to the backside of the siding. I began telling the villagers who I
had made friends with and they weren't liking what they were hearing.

Since I had been rather vocal with my opposition to this practice The Scumbags
gave me the sack tout de suite. I said goodbye to my friends and hopped
the next Cessna Caravan to Bethel. I had a decent layover in Bethel so I
called the editor and publisher of the Tundra Drums. She was widely and
justly reknowned for her integrity and relentless muckraking. I gave her
the story and the first thing she said was, "Well, I just had lunch the other
day with the head of the BIA Housing Division. He'll be really interested
to hear this!" I got on the jet to Anchorage feeling really good and knowing
I'd truly released the hounds of hell upon The Scumbags. But I wasn't done.

When I got home the first call I made was to the US Fish and Wildlife Service.
I really wish I'd gone into the office in person because over the phone the
sound of the agent's jaw hitting his desktop just wasn't as dramatic as
seeing it do so. After I carefully spelled out the perps' names and company
positions he only had me repeat the cogent points instead of all the gory
details. To wit - The Scumbags had gone seal hunting (Class A federal
felony) and had a Trumpeter Swan in their freezer! The Trumpeter
Swan was still on the Endangered Species List then so that was a big Class
A felony.

Four or five days later my buddy who had kept his mouth shut 'cause he knew
mine would serve the two of us called.

"Man! Did you stir up a hornets' nest! Sunday morning we got awakened at
0700 by a Huey landing right outside The Scumbags' trailer! A bunch of
federal agents in combat fatigues toting M-16's dragged The Scumbags outta
bed and cuffed 'em faster than you could say read-me-my-rights! Then they
went straight to their freezer and pulled out that swan! They interviewed
some of the village elders and threw the Scumbags in the Huey and took off!
It was crazy!"

About a week after that the BIA came in and made the company tear apart 6 of
the houses and re-build them! It was too bad that The Scumbags couldn't
have been present to be scorned by the villagers. They also lost the remainder of
the contract and were prevented from bidding on future projects.