No, he wasn’t actually demoted, nor is he unemployable, but he was promised a bigger, better job when he got our office up and rolling smoothly, which, unfortunately, hasn’t happened yet.
Let me tell you a little about the boss. My gut feeling about him was off from day one and it’s steadily gone downhill. I’m not sure if he’s even aware of it, but his nonverbal communication skills need a lot of refining.
For example, when one of the maintenance staff walked in the office, asked a question, boss turned to me and asked if I knew. I started to answer, then the boss rolled his eyes and turned his back to me and started talking to maintenance person again before I finished answering his question. There’ve been many times he’s tried to cut me off when he’s asked me other questions. And the only time he really makes an effort to smile at and talk to me is when someone else is around – so there’s a witness to his cordial behavior.
When we’re in meetings, I hear him use a lot of ‘I’ and ‘me,’ but very little – if any – we. There may not be an ‘I’ in team, but there certainly is an ‘m’ and an ‘e.’
Despite what you might think, I’m not exaggerating.
Let’s bring this to the present.
For the last several weeks, the managers have been working to implement a new system for keeping track of work to be done and managing employees’ time; it went live last Monday. The managers have been working atrocious hours to make all of this happen – I think 8:00 am to 2:00 am is atrocious, someone else might feel differently.
The managers haven’t had a day off in a few weeks and won’t for another few weeks, maybe another couple of months. Yes, you could argue they chose to do this job, but I say if you value your employees, take care of them for eff’s sake. One manager is walking around like a zombie. She’s so listless, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she gets pneumonia; she’s the one who’s worked 8:00 am to 2:00 am. Another one recently became a single parent and hardly sees his kids. Yet another looks like if he’d stop moving, he’d fall asleep standing up.
The boss could tell each one to take a day off, rest, come back tomorrow refreshed and bring with your A game. But no, that’s not going to happen. He’s pushing them so hard and it’s not for their benefit, it’s for him and his career ascent. Nothing more, nothing less. When this, whatever this is, succeeds, he will move on and up.
Okay, I’d best stop here; the rant could get real ugly real fast.
The moral of the story is that no job is worth your health, or your life - it just isn’t. Any job that consumes you makes your life just an existence, and an existence isn’t a life. Trust me, I speak from experience.