So. Yeah. My boss? He's crazy. He's pretty nice, at least to me, but sane? Not so much.
Without going into any detail that might lead to my being disciplined (or at the very least embarrassed), I started working my current job about six months ago, having been laid off from a job I liked, which included a reasonably sane boss. I'm the secretary for a university department that deals with labor unions, and as a part of the labor movement, I kind of thought, hey, I should have no problems with my boss here!
And for awhile, this seemed to be the case.
But I started getting really freaked out, because my boss would constantly tell me that so-and-so had mentioned being dissatisfied with my work - oh, he couldn't remember any details, and I shoudn't worry about it - he'd stick up for me, he had my back! After all, everyone in the department was against him, too, so he knew how I felt.
So for the past, oh, four months now, I've been growing increasingly paranoid, thinking, well jeez, why does everyone go and complain to my boss while acting like everything is just fine to my face? What's the deal? Is this the most passive-aggressive workplace ever or something?
And then I started talking to some of my co-workers and I discovered that my department, while as passive-aggressive as the average Midwestern workplace, was simply run by a paranoid narcissist.
Because I've grown weary of complaining to my friends and family, I thought, hey, I might as well start a blog about what it's like to work for a crazy person. I am convinced that I am by no means the only person in this situation - should I get any readers, I hope we can all help each other out with suggestions, strategies, or just commiseration.
I should probably go now - it's about time for The Boss to call and explain in painstaking detail why he isn't going to be in today. My guess is that he's waiting for a couple of phone calls which for some perfectly clear reason he can't take in his office.
