I was never a manager to the exclusion of actual work, but had management duties thrust upon me at one point on top of the creative nitty-gritty that was my job.
HAAAAAAAATED it.
Personality-wise, I have a very, very strong aversion to anything that even slightly resembles babysitting an adult. If you are an adult, I expect you to be capable of managing yourself. If you can’t, get out of my way and leave me alone.
And in this particular case, despite training and retraining the intern I was responsible for, and reiterating OFTEN how important attention to detail was, after 3-4 months he was still making the same careless, stupid mistakes in his work. What we were doing wasn’t complicated (very basic HTML, nothing else), but it required precision in the code because email clients are much less forgiving of typos than web browsers are.
So, I DID have to babysit him, and literally check all of his work myself. This “delegation” was supposed to relieve some of my workload, but when you’re examining buckets of code for a misplaced semi-colon, it would have been faster and better quality to just do all the work myself to begin with. So I had even MORE work than if I’d remained the sole person handling the projects.
That was enough to convince me that I never wanted to “manage” people. I want to do the work. I’m not interested in watching (or forcing) other people to do the work. The worst part though – remember how I said I wasn’t really a manager? Yeah, I had no authority to fire this kid, which I sure would have after retraining him on the exact same stuff for three months straight.
Oh, I also had a contract gig where I was bait n switched between the (FOUR HOUR!!) interview – where they asked me what kind of advice I could give them as a consultant / subject matter expert – and my first day at work, where I discovered that literally everything we’d discussed in the interview had been outsourced to an outside vendor. What was my job? Well, they called me a “project manager,” but other than that I have no idea, because they couldn’t / wouldn’t tell me what they actually wanted me to do. I had no defined responsibilities and I had to beg them for tasks – whereupon they’d give me one single ridiculous task and call it good. They ran out a multi-thousand dollar budget just to have me sitting around their office twiddling my thumbs.
And the tasks were ridiculous – multiple cases where I’d ask what they wanted me to do, and they would then dictate an email for me to send to the department managers. While I’m wondering how they got the impression that I was a secretary or that I knew shorthand or any other useful taking-of-dictation skill. Or why they wanted to spend five minutes dictating and another five having me type up an email that maybe somewhat resembled what they said because I don’t write longhand fast enough to keep up with someone speaking – instead of just taking 2 minutes to type and send their own damn emails where they could say exactly what they meant. And then of course after that needless ten-minute task, I went back to having nothing to do. Ah, corporate efficiency.
The best part about this one was that they were so impressed by me (for doing what?!) that they asked me back for some other project some months later. I declined.
Never. Again.