CURRENT OFFICE HEADLINES
| BOSS: Mr. T-Rex |
 Frazzled, panicked, micromanaging, large head, small body and puny arms are some of the characteristics I would use to describe my current boss. We also call him LBH (little big head) and t-rex, because he has a big head and really small arms that can hardly reach his key board.
Well, today and every day we are always expect to be angry, tense, stressed, unsure, and at times insecure. Regardless of the situation and no matter how simple or complex the agenda, I'm going home with at least half my ass chewed off and the other half in a pit of fire.
Yelling, cursing and acting like a five year old that cannot have his way is what he does best. This is who I must work with every day, a grown man having kiddy tantrums.
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| Posted by EJ on 06/16/08 at 8:26 PM MST |
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| I AM THE BOSS |
My boss is unbearable most of the time. Just ask her -- she knows everything and the rest of us know nothing. She got her managerial position "by default," because she's been with the Company for many years AND because she "kissed up" to the previous Manager. Her lack of operational knowledge and inferior supervisory skills constantly prove how "un-qualified" she really is for the job. Yet, she continues in her position, because the persons who have the authority to fire her think she's simply wonderful. They should ask those of us who have to put up with her on a daily basis what it's like to work for her! She belittles all of her employees, embarrasses employees in the presence of peers and visitors, and assigns "punishment" duties to employees who "cross" her.
She is 100% disrespectful to all her employees and has a very bad case of "I AM THE BOSS." Yet, she somehow foolishly thinks that everyone likes her and that we are one big, happy "family." We literally live for the days that she's NOT at work!! Employees like us who are subjected to terrible treatment by BAD BOSSES anxiously await legislation that would stop on the job harassment dead in its tracks!! |
| Posted by Good Employee on 06/10/08 at 7:54 PM MST |
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| My Boss Should be Fired! |
| After helping my boss get his new business started and working very hard. He advertised my position just three days after my mother passed away because I was not at work. Talk about insensitive. He stated he didn't really plan on firing me, but I couldn't return to work for a boss who let me think I had been fired while trying to plan the services for my mother. I never returned to work. |
| Posted by Me on 06/10/08 at 7:52 PM MST |
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| Don't let this happen again! |
Early one morning on my way to work, I saw older man attempting to assault a young man and woman walking down the street in front of my building. A scuffle broke out between the young man and the older (appeared to be drunk) man. The older man was knocked to the ground by the young man by a hard punch to the face.
The young man and woman walked away as the drunken man got up off the ground. It seemed that the older man had a problem with Spanish woman. He immediately started asking women if there were Spanish, and if he thought if they were, he would hit them.
I called the police, waited for them to show up, and i directed them to the individual. After giving the police my name and telephone number. I arrived at work approximately 30 minutes late.
I explained what had happened to my boss in great detail. He peered over hid glasses and replied: "You didn't have to stop, arresting criminals is the job of the police. Your job is to be here on time. Don't let this happen again."
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| Posted by Julie b on 10/12/06 at 10:32 AM MST |
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| My first day off! |
I worked for an advertising agency in New York, for the last few years. I would normally work about 60 to70 hours per week (and did not receive overtime) because I was on a salary. On a few occasion I would work form 9am in the morning to 4 or 5 am the next day, just so we can get major projects out to high value clients.
During the MTA strike of 2005 I decide to take my first day off from work. I called my boss and told him my situation and explained that it would be extremely difficult for me to make it into work that day.
First of all, he asked me to come into work because he did not have a problem getting to work. He said “we have lots of important projects on the table and I need for you to be here. I replied “there is no way I could make it in today”, he said “then we will have to find some one who can”.
I was able to make to work for the rest of the week during the strike. But, on Friday I was told to clean out my desk.
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| Posted by micheal on 10/12/06 at 10:05 AM MST |
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| Quitting time! |
| I work in retail. I hate my job everyone claims to know eveything but does not do anything. My store manager is always talking about making money within the store and about team work and putting in the time to get the job done right. HE does not work past 4 pm during the week. On Friday he leaves at 2pm and on Saturday he leaves at 12 ( that is if he comes to work), and he does not work on Sundays or any holiday. But he still wants all of his staff to be there 5 maybe 6 days a week and work at least 8 hrs. My job is crazy........... |
| Posted by luv on 10/07/06 at 5:49 PM MST |
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| Asleep at the Wheel |
| I was having a meeting with my boss in a conference room. We were going over some of some of the work for the next week and then she stopped talking and stared at me strangely. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me I had just fallen asleep while she was talking! She said I just dozed off! I told her I honestly couldn’t recall it. She looked at me like I was crazy! I didn’t remember it at all! She told me I better go to the doctor and get diagnosed for narcolepsy!
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| Posted by Pat on 10/04/06 at 8:32 AM MST |
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| The Doctor Is out |
I was working as a nurse in a doctor’s office. I had a long distance relationship with my boyfriend, and started to get lonely, and eventually began a sexual relationship with one of the doctors in the office. He was also in a long distance relationship with his girlfriend, who lived in their home country. After a month of strictly sex, we realized we had a lot in common and began dating seriously; still secretly though – because we didn’t want the rest of the office to know. After a few months, we started to fall in love. I eventually broke up with my boyfriend for him.
After a year of being together, he decided we should go on a trip together. This was a few weeks before Christmas. He came over my place and we discussed the details of the trip, which was to happen before he went home for Christmas. Then we started talking about his girlfriend. We started arguing about their relationship, and then he told me he had a secret. He said they were getting married on Christmas day! I kicked him out.
After Christmas break, I came back to work and my co-workers were planning a party for him to celebrate his marriage! I had to help plan the party and act excited and happy during the party! Thank goodness his wife didn’t come! After a few months, he and I got jobs at different companies and we never spoke to each other again!
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| Posted by Shelly on 10/03/06 at 10:28 PM MST |
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| The Office Pooper |
| I was at work one day and went to use the women’s bathroom. The bathroom was surprisingly closed. At a staff meeting later that afternoon, we were informed that someone in the office purposely smeared crap all over the bathroom – the floor, the sinks, the toilet stalls, everything! Apparently, this had happened several times before, so they were on the lookout for the serial shatter. They informed us that they were considering installing cameras and/or security guards outside of the bathroom to figure out who the culprit was! It is a small office so I can’t help but wonder who it is!!!
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| Posted by peg on 10/03/06 at 7:25 PM MST |
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| I hate my job! |
I work in an alternative school, in Metro Atlanta. I hate my job. If I am not breaking up fights, getting cursed out by students, or watching my feet for mice that run across the floor, it is always something. Staff literally fight the kids. Kids are constantly attempting to set the school on fire while people are still inside. Students are putting glue in students sandwiches.
Only about 15% of the staff has received a raise and many have been here for 5 years. We all are educated and college graduates, but many receive pay under $20,000. Staff members fight (verbally and physically) in the hallways in front of students. Everyone is having sex with everyone. Middle Schoolers (age 14) have 2 kids or more. What more can I say about this job, except I NEED A NEW ONE!! Turnover rate is generally 50% by the end of the year. Appreciate where you are because your's could be mine.
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| Posted by Frustrated Teacher on 10/02/06 at 10:56 AM MST |
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| The Meat Locker |
I was a security guard at a hospital in NJ where our duties were very varied. Watching the ER, monitoring cameras, babysitting drunks in the tank, watching mental patients strapped to beds, keeping family members out of the rooms during emergencies and helping the moruge transport bodies. The drunks were the best, I learned alot about publick intoxification there. If a cop finds you wandering outside drunk he has to take you to the ER. They can not take you home, becasue if something happenes to you at home they are liable for it. So they take you to the ER until someone over the age of 21 signs you out or your BAC drops below the legal limit. Then you hope they dont haul your butt to jail.
The mourge was probably the strangest thing. The people from the funeral homes would come in and collect the bodies to prepair them for the viewing. And I would always volunteer to go open the 'guest house' That is what we called it over the radios so that no one would get upset over hearing us call it the dead freeze or the meat locker. the morticians would always tip me, I would always help them move the bodies from the hospital gurneys to thier gurneys. It was easy money and the bodies were rapped tight in a white sheet. So it wasnt like we were throwing bodies around with arms and legs everywhere, it was more like tossing a heavy white sack. This had to be the strangest job, I only worked there for 6 months but I have enough stories from there to write a book. |
| Posted by phil on 09/29/06 at 11:08 AM MST |
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| And how did you become a supervisor? |
Recently, I worked in a sales department of an ad agency. During my first few weeks at work I was under constant surveillance by my department supervisor. She would listen to how I interacted with the clients and monitor my phone calls on a daily basis.
Every morning I would receive a memorandum on my desk outlining all the things I did incorrectly. But, the issue was that almost all of the memos would have bad grammar and incorrect spelling in it.
Two weeks before I resigned, I decided to correct much of the grammatical and spelling errors in the memos I received over the last few weeks. I corrected all errors with a red pen and I put suggestions on the bottom of the memos of how to write it right the next time.
On Friday morning, a week before I was to resign, I handed them in to my supervisor’s manager who seemed quite perturbed at the amount of errors in the memos. By the end of the day I was told by my supervisor that I was not doing a good job and was ask to leave the company.
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| Posted by P. Erickson on 09/24/06 at 8:23 PM MST |
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| A Complicated Man |
Frazzled, panicked, absent-minded, micromanaging and on the verge of an anxiety attack in some of the words I would use to describe my current boss. He starts his day by coming around with a timesheet to make everyone comes to work on time.
He would tell me to do a complicated project that would normally take 3 to 4 hours and would come around to ask if I was done every 30minutes. If one sends an email to him, his response is either “yes” or “no” it does not matter what details were in the email.
Then during the day he would come around and spit out responsibilities that often made no sense but, I would get them done. Then he would forget what he told me to do and his reply would be “I did not tell you to do that.” He would tell me to start a new project if a few days; then he would come around hours later and ask me if it was done. Then he would say “that takes priority in needs to be done now.” He often changes the priority of a projects 3 to 4 times a day. |
| Posted by Brian on 09/24/06 at 8:22 PM MST |
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| Old Pervert |
My boss is an old pervert. I have been working for a small communications company in New Jersey for the last three months. Every day, over the last few weeks my boss seems to be getting weird. He comes by my desk and says something perverted or massages my shoulders briefly. He says things like “hey, you are looking real good today”, “did you do something with your hair” and he always makes comment about how pretty I am.
It is very clear that my boss is trying to see how far I am willing to go with him. It feels very uncomfortable when he comes around. Needless to say, I will not work for this pervert much longer. |
| Posted by Susan on 09/21/06 at 7:59 PM MST |
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| Bust a cap in your a**! |
| Working in the financial industry in NY City is stressful. It was any other day on the trading floor, people shouting, money being made and lost, and of course the crazy co-worker. He worked in Forex (Foreign Exchange) trade settlements. Traders would call him yelling on the phone to fix trade problems. He would yell back at them with profanity. His most famous phrase was "If you don't shut the F*** up, I'm going to the trading floor and bust a cap in your a**!" Unfortunately, I would have to hear this all day long because I was working on the same floor. Everyone in the office thought he would just lose it one day. |
| Posted by scitek on 09/20/06 at 8:37 AM MST |
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| Plane ticket for sex |
| For my twenty-seventh birthday a good male friend of mine decided to pay for a plane to Italy so i could to visit him. That day I shared the wonderful details with my pleasant colleagues, mainly because I could hardly believe that I was going to a different country and I was not paying for it! But my boss, who was being his usual impulsive, sexist self, decided to ask me an uncomfortable question in front of my colleagues. Everyone already knew I had known my friend for a number of years prior to this trip. He asked, "So, did he have sex with you before he bought you the tickets?" |
| Posted by monica j on 09/17/06 at 5:30 PM MST |
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| How many sugars with that coffee? |
I recently graduated from business school and took a position at a top television network in New York City. At first I was an intern with real responsibilities, like coming up with great ideas for marketing and promotions for new shows. After I completed my internship, I was hired as a marketing assistant. My job responsibilities were to remain the same or get more challenging, or so I thought.
My new boss expected me to do brainless errands that were not in my job description. I was ordered to bring my boss a fresh cup of Starbucks Coffee, a magazine and cupcake every morning for him. I also had to order lunch for meetings, clean the conference room after everyone left, and the list goes on and on. This is not the position I was expecting after I left school.
I refuse to continue to accept this treatment for a low life loser like my boss. He obviously does not understand how to utilize the talents of his employees.
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| Posted by Elizabeth R on 09/13/06 at 12:08 AM MST |
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| Am I in Preschool? |
About a year ago I recently worked for a large well-known alarm response company. I took the job because it was the only job available immediately in that city.
I started work after a week of training. On the first day out of training I walked out on the call center floor and I was approached by a supervisor. She took me aside and told me how things work on the floor.
She begin by telling me about the clever point system they devised to boost employee moral and production. Each morning the supervisors would come around and put a number of gold stars on one’s desk to signify that they are doing well. At the end of the week the points will be tallied and the most popular or closest to the supervisor always wins.
One can earn gold star/fish points by:
• Sitting at one’s desk and do not talk to the person next to you unless it is business
• Sitting at one’s desk and not taking extra brakes.
• Speaking correctly on the phone
• Coming to work on time
• Leaving a clean desk
• Not leaving work before your schedule time
And the list goes on and on. This point system did not boost my moral, in fact, it pissed me off. Every point (gold star/fish, whatever) I received I felt more like i was in preschool and they were watching my every move.
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| Posted by matt kaplan on 09/13/06 at 5:09 PM MST |
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| The worse boss known to man |
It was two weeks before Christmas and the crazy crackhead CEO of a bull S*** credit repair company decided to do a mass firing of workers he deemed as unproductive. I worked at this job for six months and it was only because I had to pay my bills. The CEO walked in early one morning through call center area in his usual fast (super crack speed) way into the back office. After some yelling in the office, one of his lackeys came out of the office with a 300 yard stare in his eyes (and no he was not fired). He was told to start the mass firing.
Then it began with a young man who started less than a month ago. He was called into the back office by the CEO’s lackey. As he walked out of the office something in the air did not feel right. The young man walked over to his desk and took his things and walked out the building.
Next, the lackey came over to a little old woman three seats to my right who was working at the company for the last 2 years. As the lackey approached, the old woman began to cry and saying, “I cannot believe you will fire me”. Started crying louder and started to talk about her family and how she was planning to use her meager pay check to provide a good holiday for the children. After fifteen minutes of her pleading for her job she was forced out of the build in by the security.
That day at least nine employees got fired two weeks before Christmas. Needless to say, I did not stay at that company much longer.
Recently on the internet and noticed that company was listed as Fraudulent Credit Repair / Debt Consolidation Agencies.
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| Posted by mjones on 09/13/06 at 9:04 AM MST |
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| A "LOUD" mouth |
| I was working as a sales executive for a small advertising company in Los Angeles. And the problem was that my boss would yell at me in front of others regardless of how small the problem. He didn’t care where we were. He would just yell at me, use fowl language and I just felt very embarrassed.
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| Posted by jny on 09/11/06 at 7:11 PM MST |
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| Time to get postal! |
I got a new job in an adjoining state. I was running errands in the state and went to the post office to mail a package. When I went up to the window, they asked me to step out of line to fill out a postal form, and come back to the window when I was done. When I came back, another woman was approaching the window and got nasty with me because she thought I was trying to jump in front of her. We started to argue and I called her a bitch before I dropped off my package and left.
Three weeks later, I began my new job. My boss took me around to introduce me to the staff. Everyone seemed really nice. Then he took me to meet my assistant. It turned out to be the same woman that I called a bitch in the post office! She didn’t even recognize me! She was very nice to me and we work so well together now. We have even become close friends. Thank goodness she still doesn’t remember me from the post office that day! |
| Posted by jessiem on 09/11/06 at 12:45 PM MST |
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| My Best Friend! |
| I was close friends with one of my co-workers. She and I had a falling out one day and stopped speaking to one another. However, she began to harass me. She would purposely bump into me when I walked down the hall, shout nasty things to me when I got of the elevator, and tried to turn other co-workers against me. I felt like I was in high school again! After six months of being tortured by her, I left the company to go to grad school. On my last day of work, she wrote me a nice letter saying what a great friend I was and how much she was going to miss me. She even included a picture of herself! What a psycho!
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| Posted by Kelly Jackson on 09/11/06 at 12:08 AM MST |
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| Food, food, food and more food! |
| I work with these two girls who talk about food all day long. They talk about what restaurants they went to, what food they prepared over the weekend, what salads they want to eat for lunch, how many Weight Watchers points each type of food has, and share recipes all day long. Enough about food already! |
| Posted by B. Rogers on 09/11/06 at 11:04 AM MST |
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| My boss is a "dog" |
I went to a job interview at a magazine. The Editor in Chief greeted me at her home office with her barking dog nipping at my ankles. She made me pick up the dog to calm it down then the dog proceeded to jump on me all throughout the interview. By the time the interview ended, I had dog hair all over my black suit, but at least the dog had finally calmed down. Or so I thought. The Editor asked me to attend a meeting with her, and when we got up to leave, the dog chased me and bit me. The Editor responded by saying the dog had prior abandonment issues! In the cab ride to the meeting, the dog was standing on my arm while the Editor was on her cell phone. I was scared to move. I thought the dog might bite me again!
Against my better judgment, I took the job at the magazine and quickly realized what a mistake it was. The dog was the boss of the office. The dog had his own email address, and I received numerous emails from the dog throughout the day with paw prints attached. (I was allowed to work from home). The Editor had ADD so she often forgot what she told me to do, often changed her mind about my job responsibilities, therefore I never got any work done. They made me leave the office once when I was sick because her co-worker said the dog and the owner “couldn’t afford to get sick”! Needless to say, I quit after two weeks. Craziness!
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| Posted by anita62 on 9/5/2006 at 8:14 AM |
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| Verbal b**** slap! |
| I currently work at a job in New Jersey where the top boss is an a** h***. Almost every morning around 10am (almost like clockwork, once or twice a week) my boss calls his accountant into his lavish office. Once the accountant enters the room, the door closes. Then it begins. The boss begins to scream at the top of his lungs at the accountant for various issues. “You f***in idiot, I can’t believe you are such a fool, what the f*** is wrong with you”, and it goes on and on. The accountant never replies to the insults. He just sits there and takes it. I just sit in my cube and think to myself, if I was the accountant, the dude would get b***** slapped for talking to me that way. What a loser. |
| Posted by John Summers on 9/8/2006 at 03:26 PM |
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| The Principal |
The president of my company acts like a middle school principal. We are required to do attendance every morning – if you miss attendance, then you are considered to be late. We must be in at 8:55am to start the 9:00 am workday, and are not allowed to leave to get coffee, breakfast or anything else. Our lunch is strictly scheduled between 12 and 2 pm, no earlier and no later. We cannot leave a message if we will be out of the office – we are required to speak to at least one boss.
The president also sent out a dress code policy, with strict rules on what to wear. Most of us spend our day behind a computer but we must always be dressed up! She despises denim so no casual Fridays for us! She also sent around a meeting policy, telling us how to sit up straight, clean up after our self and not rest your head on your hand. What grade does she think we are in? |
| Posted by joanallen on 9/8/2006 at 10:14 AM |
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Dr jekyll and hyde I had just started a new job in a sales position for a small company. My duties included contacting clients and non clients and making new sales. In the first 2 months I was there I brought to the company 13 new clients and always had good monthly reviews. My boss use to praise me regularly and say how much of a good worker I was. I was making tons of money in bonus and everything seemed to be going great.
First of all, we have a RAT that runs in and out of all the classrooms. It runs from 1 class thru the vent to the next class and thru the vent. You know who's class it has hit because all you hear is waves of screams. 
A few years ago I worked for a leading pharmaceutical company outside of Newark NJ. I had a position as a full-time security guard while I attended school full-time. My shift was awesome. I worked thirty two hours on the weekend and I would spend most of my time sleeping on a corner office conference room table in a small sleeping bag.