Whoa. I think sven wins! :eek: (I’d read about this guy before in your Pit threads, but this just reminds me of what a nutjob he is!)
I’ve had a series of nutso bosses. Nothing too evil, but nutso.
There were a series of nuts that were bosses at a fabric store I used to work at. They came and went, either because they quit (the store was insane too) or because they couldn’t cut the mustard.
One wanted us to work overtime and yet not put it on our time cards. I never did it, but she had other employees snookered, in some sort of passive-aggressive co-dependent thing. One employee, who had health problems and whose husband was worried about her, was pressured into working far more hours than her doctor wanted. The boss didn’t care. The woman was manipulated into doing the work (and not putting it on her time sheet–can’t have any overtime!) and the husband finally put his foot down.
Oh yeah, I called in sick once (I strained my back at work) and this same boss kept on having one of her assistant managers (who I could tell hated the whole thing) call me up and simply ask, “Can you work tonight?” I’d say, “NO, I just called in sick. I hurt my back.” “But can you work tonight?” Back and forth. I guess this manager thought that if she kept asking the question, my back would magically heal.
I had another boss that was a sexually harassing creep (never bothered me, thank goodness) and seemed to revel in cancelling an employee’s vacation at the last minute (she had plane tickets and everything). I think he broke some labor law by doing that (I am not sure) but he did it anyway.
There were several bosses who pulled the “Oops, I scheduled you for the day you can’t work, even though I know that that you never are available to work this day (and were hired with the understanding that you can’t work this day). But, oh well, now it’s your job to find someone to cover you for the day that you are never supposed to work.” Yeah. I loved that. (I eventually quit over that. The last boss was determined to make me work a day that I could not work, just to prove a point. Well, I proved a point to her by quitting. Shook her up, too.)
And there were also a few managers who hated that I was a potter and an artist. Yes, I know, it’s bizarre. I couldn’t figure it out either. But the fabric store was also a “crafty” store with paints and crafy things, and I think some of the bosses prided themselves in being handy in that department. But when they saw my “doodles” in the break room (I’d doodle faces and other things on scratch paper) apparently it really bugged them. One boss made up a flimsy and transparent reason to try to “forbid” me from drawing during my breaks. I can’t use the scratch paper, she said. Wasting company paper, she said. Yet everyone else used the scratch paper for tic-tac-toe. But not me–no scratch paper for me. Because I could draw well. (I brought in my own scratch paper and kept drawing anyway.) And it bothered her to death when another employee and I would talk about pottery (once again, during our break). She (the boss) couldn’t do pottery, so God Forbid if any of her underlings could do something she couldn’t. She never failed to interrupt us when we tried to talk about pottery amongst ourselves, or if (God Forbid) I mentioned pottery in some other context, she rapidly interrupted me and changed the subject. Pottery or anything that she could not do was not to be discussed.
Wow. I guess I had a whole slew of crazy bosses, eh?
