I don't really like my boss.
Bear in mind, I report to 2 different people. One of them is fine, I like him, we get along. He leaves me alone and let's me do my job. More importantly, he trusts me, knows that I know what I am doing and most importantly, treats me like an adult. I have respect for him, and we work well together.
The other one...yeah, it's not good.
I have no respect for him. The sound of his voice drives me a little batty. When he makes a decision, my first reaction, deep in my gut, is to do the exact opposite. We do not see eye to eye on most things, I KNOW that I can do the job better (because I have) and I feel as though my time, thoughts, and opinions have absolutely no value, unless they make him look better.
So yeah. I don't like my boss.
It's 11pm on a Saturday night. Yes, I am working. Yes, I was available on our communicator. But the fact that he will contact me, and fully expect me to jump to his beck and call...it burns my ass. I am infuriated.
I try to move tasks to him, that belong there. He pushes them back to me, because he can't understand the simplest concepts. I try to share tasks with the team, so that I am no longer solely responsible for the success or failure of procedures. He tells me he is more comfortable if I hold onto them for "a few more months, just to avoid confusion." That will make it a solid year that it's been on my plate, buddy boy.
Someone tried to explain to me, a while ago, what it would be like to report to a fully knowledgable, accountable and business saavy manager. I can't even imagine it. I have been saddled with 2 train wrecks, back to back. That they make more than me blows my mind. That I keep making them look good makes me ashamed.
I know I shouldn't be posting this. I KNOW this. But I can't help it.
I try not to burn bridges. I try to play nice in the sandbox. Others on my team have thrown up their hands in defeat, and I keep plodding on, not exploding, not yelling, although every fibre of my being is telling me too. I think I am worried that if I start, I won't know when to stop. And I need this job too frigging bad to let that happen.
We had a meeting last week. I started to talk, to TALK to him. I looked at him and I talked about how things were going bad, and how it was not fair that we had to live with the environment that we were stuck in. I was talking to, at and about him. And he looked at me, with his big, dumb, completely oblivious eyes and completely missed the boat.
I am logging off now, before I say something I will regret. But just remember- me typing this now, might keep me from screaming it in his face on Monday. So thanks for that.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "numbnuts."