Crazy Bitchy Boss

What do you do when you have to come into the office daily because you need the dough, yet you despise the crazy bitchy boss? How do you overcome bosses whose entire being is to make life miserable for the workers? Where do you cut short the bullying, discrimination, injustice put upon you by such a person?

To some people it may not be easy, especially now when jobs are hard to come by, where even a university graduate can be working as a teller clerk, where apple polishing is more important than delivering the outcome in a system. Many would live through the nightmares; for fear that they have nowhere else to go for a pay cheque.

Crazy bitchy bosses can be real control freaks who constantly picks on certain employee. Finding faults in every corner of your working area, so much so that you become so intimidated, you can’t even look up when they enter the office, or stop instantly for fear that your shadow could cast a bad day, you literally turn into a coiling millipede. So are you game still to carry on working just for the sake of a pay cheque at the end of the month?

They make you feel so weary, so frustrated and so unhappy. You are demotivated to the point of no return, thus making your interaction not only with the boss but everyone else in the office cold. You cannot trust anyone in the office for fear that they might snitch and tell on you, you become suspicious all the time, so why don’t you just pack and leave, and forget the horrible chapter of your life with that crazy bitchy boss.

I was not one of the employees that were lucky enough not to encounter such a bad boss. It was not easy for me, as I have to have a job all the time for the sake of my kids; it was not about me anymore. However, nothing, nothing can make me stay and be thick in a miserable situation. The shortest period that I have worked for someone that bad was for 2 weeks or may be 1 week.
Yeah, I remember it was at the MTB, I was working in the Chairman’s office. Every one told me that he was a moody person, especially in the morning coming in from his home, or when he received calls from his wife and kids. I tried not to listen to office gossip or politics, taking my strike in the office, inhaling the beautiful leather chair that was given to me as his special assistant, breathing in the beauty of the big well decorated office, I am so proud of my achievement.

However, this was not to be for a long time. First day was fine, second day I heard him shout abusive words to one of the co workers, third he just walked past everyone ignoring the morning salutation including me (WTF), fourth was good, and on the firth day I was requested to stay late as there will be a BOD meeting. It was a last minute request, but I wanted to be a good employee, so I did as requested. Before the start of the meeting, he came out of his office to give me some instructions; it was a very civil instruction.

Then the phone call from his wife came, it was a quick conversation between them, I heard the bang of the phone, then the drawers and my stomach became so twisted in fear of his black mood. The people attending the meeting started to arrive one by one, suddenly out of nowhere he came to me, and shouted in front of everyone that I should know when to start the meeting, instead of waiting for everyone to arrive, and looking pretty at my desk.

Only the Lord knows my feelings at that point of time, I looked at him but no words could come out of my mouth. I can feel the tears in my eyes, yet he did not stop. Taking control, I composed myself, got into the meeting room and called for the meeting to start, even though there were not enough quorums yet. After almost ten minutes into the meeting, I could not control my tears any more; I excused myself and left the meeting room.

Once at my own table, I took my personal file, gathered all my stuff, and quickly scribbled a note to the crazy bitchy boss. My note read: ‘If you think you can take me for a ride, God damn you are WRONG!!!’. My heart was thumping so hard that I could almost feel it bursting as I slowly inserted the paper underneath the meeting room door, and scam.

I run as fast as I could, not waiting for the elevator, with my high heels I ran down all the stairs, making it to the parking lot in record time, and driving off without any hesitation, not looking back but with a triumphant achievement.

The moral of the entry, leave if you have to, do not wait to be treated like a piece of dust. There are better things out there; if you don’t try you will never know. If you live in fear of not knowing what is in store for you, then it is just like not living.

Do not let the crazy bitchy boss get on you!!!!!!!!!!!!!