Describe the crappiest boss you ever had?

[prolesunited]

and what was the worst thing that they ever did to you?

[Left Is Write]

1. Spoiled rotten brat whose father bought him a radio station to keep him busy.

Spoiled rotten brat didn't like women jocks or women reporters.

Worst thing he did? Hired my replacement (he was my replacement unbeknownst to me), had me train him, FIRED ME, and then praised Replacement for news I had written.

But, you know. I'm not bitter or anything.

Really, I'm not, because if Brat Boy hadn't done that, I wouldn't have gone on to work for a much better radio station in a much better market.

[Starbucks Anarchist]

2. Two:

First one: Bush-loving prick, never showed up, hired his Russian mail-order bride despite total lack of qualifications aside from blowing him, didn't care about anybody else, laid me off while I was on vacation and also didn't even know I was on vacation when he did it.

Second one: Psycho lady from hell, took 3-hour lunches, self-tanned to the point that her skin looked like naugahyde, went apeshit over the smallest things, but ironically, was fired by her superior.

[The Straight Story]

3. A real asshole, that I got the pleasire of laying off

He used to yell and scream about things. Day in and out.

They hired him in as my manager for a big project, and he had no idea of tech things.

He ranted every chance he got about things. One day he was screaming at me on the floor, while customer service reps were on the phone.

Eventually the VP apologized to me for his actions, and then I had to lay him off and take his badge.

It was a pleasure to me :) I knew I was not far behind, but at least I got the pleasure of seeing him leave.

I still hope he found the best for he and his family in life, but at that time he was a total dick.

[booley]

4. Baskin Robbins

When i was in college in Warrensburg, I got a job at baskin robbins.
Long story short, the asst manager worked me every day except saturday night (where I worked at another job)
So i ask for one extra day off. Just wanted a week day so I could do stuff at shcool and study.
So the next week I work NO DAYS except Saturday night.
So I arrange with my other job to get off that one night until I can get itl al sorted out.
The next time I work she's there, tries to pick a fight with me and when I basicly ignore her attempts, she calls the manager (her MOM) and gets me fired...becuase of my attitude.

To this day I have no idea why she suddenly had it in for me.

[Bennyboy]

5. My Father!

Tiel setter. Among the shitty ass things he did to me was: He fired me for taking a turkey from a builder the day before thanksgiving. The builder was a nice guy and gave everyone on his job site a turkey, including me.

my Father never gave anyone shit for anything and he was pissed that this builder could give them out. So he fired me on thanksgiving for accepting the turkey.

Another good one was: I caught his best friend and my boss stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from the family company. Caught him cold. FINALLY after years of embezzeling.

The next day my Father fired me, told me he was going to sell the business to the girl he was getting blowjobs from and the guy who stole was going to stay on. the next day I was homeless, no car, no job no nothing.

[DarkTirade]

6. I haven't had that many

but I'd have to say the worst two were both when I was working at pizza places. One was extremely incompetent and showed absolutely no respect to the employees. Which is a bad combination, because within a few days of working there, even the youngest of teens realized that they were more capable and intelligent than she was. Eventually she got herself fired for calling a 16 year old employee a bitch right. Unfortunately for her, that 16 year old mentioned this to her parents, and her stepmother (who actually is quite a bit of a bitch herself :P ) complained to the right people and got that supervisor fired.

But the one that screwed me over the worst was the last one I had... the one who managed to drive the business under. He drove a pizza place near a college campus under. That just takes talent. And he lied to us. All of the employees. Right to our faces. When the paychecks didn't show up in time, he said it was just a paperwork snafu. He tried to get us to keep working so he could keep the place open as long as possible, then take the money and run. And he sold all of his property, so that even if we sued for lost wages there was nothing the government could put a lean on to force him to pay. Worst part of this was that one of the people he screwed over the worst was the general manager who he had brought in when he bought the store. This guy had a very sick daughter, and he was working several jobs to make ends meet. And (at least up until that point) they'd been friends, which is why the owner hired him. How screwed up is that, really. Not just screwing over a friend... but screwing over a friend who has to pay medical bills for his sick daughter. And screwing over a dozen college kids trying to make rent that month on top of that.

[Oeditpus Rex]

7. That would be the managing editor, who,

within five months of his first day on the job, fired me while I was on medical leave — and then, over the course of the next six to seven months, fired six others, virtually wiping out the newsroom.

The only two to survive the purge were two young reporters. The rest of us were over 40, which was no coincidence, nor was the fact that we were replaced with people in their 20s, many of them just out of college.

Within a year of the purge, we'd filed an age-discrimination suit, and the M.E. had himself been pushed out. I guess he'd served his purpose.

[TorchTheWitch]

8. I have to pick just ONE?

Impossible. 90% of them were shits. Thank God I'm my own boss now.

[B Calm]

9. When my mother was dieing from cancer, my brother an I drove from Indiana

to Miami, Florida to be with her. We were gone from work approx 2 full weeks. At that time we were given three days pay for funeral leave. My mother died on a Thursday night and my boss gave me one days pay. He said it was for the next day, Friday. Since I was normally off on Saturday and Sundays, I don't get anymore pay.

[Sen. Walter Sobchak]

10. I have had a few,

When your working for a lawfirm you are either a lawyer or "not a lawyer" - I am not a lawyer and even though I make more money than alot of the lawyers here in the eyes of some of the lawyers I am no better than a minimum wage kid feeding the paper shreader. So I have had alot of issues with them over the years who felt that treating me like garbage was appropriate.

I also had a blast with sexual harrasment by a woman who was publically a lesbian - so nobody would have believed me had I said anything.

I had a boss that was a major cokehead and would phone me at all hours of the day and night rambling about everything you could imagine - always work related, but totally incoherant. On one occation he called asking me to charter a concorde for a business trip instead of a cessna jet (half a dozen of us were going to the middle of nowhere) he wasn't really a jerk - but his drug issue clouded his abilities as a manager. To his credit he did get clean eventually.

[AngryAmish]

11. "You call that a dick?"

Said to a straight male co-worker when both were in a communal shower after a golf outing.

[Name removed]

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[seemunkee]

13. Cabinet shop run by two brothers

Brother1 was the actual owner. He was a total coke head and came in sniffing and rubbing his nose at the crack of noon. We had two phone lines coming into the shop. I was told to NEVER pick up line 1. Thats the one he gave to suppliers and customers. There were angry people on the other end of that line and it rand constantly.

Brother2 ran the shop, he was a total pot head. He would come in and immediately head for the bathroom to do bong hits on the bong that was "hidden" in the bathroom. Hidden behind the magazine rack filled with "High Times" magazines. After that we would lay out the days production goals.

Of course while brother2 was in the bathroom, me and the other cabinetmaker would go in the spray booth to take a couple of hits. A quick shot of the fan and no smell, not that it mattered.

We had clients lock us out of job sites and others try to take delivery of store fixtures before we discovered they had put stop payments on their checks. We did some work for a couple of govt clients that I know were getting kickbacks. It was the shadiest place I ever worked and I have no idea I how I got out of there with all my fingers still attached

[Rambis]

14. Oh yeah!

I always knew this person I worked for was a psycho but she rose up through the organization by trashing people. anyway, I got a hand written letter from her one day saying what a great job I was doing etc etc. The very next day I got an email saying the exact opposite.

I get a call from my wife who wants to take me to lunch which never happened so I knew something was up. She tells me after 5 years of trying that she is pregnant and is due Sept 17, 2000.
I get back to my office and there is a furlough letter on my chair. My last day of work is Sept 17th 2000. Yeah, I find out I am getting furloughed less than 1 hour after my wife tells me she is pregnant!

I told the director in my exit interview that this person was a psycho and i had filed a cautionary note with the ombudsperson at our University to cover myself in case she would place anything in my personnel file. She fired 12 more people over the next five years and blamed each successive person for her failures. FINALLY, they woke up and told her to work from home for one month and not to come back! She was not to call or ask questions or claim travel expenses nothing.

[LibertyLover]

15. My supervisor from the first law firm I worked at as a legal assistant

This woman had no life except the firm and expected the legal assistants she supervised to do the same. Her crappy behavior was legion. Once, I had pulled an all-nighter and gotten home around 7 am in the morning, roughly the time I should have been getting up to go to work. But the documents had gotten finished and been sent out and the attorney was going home for the rest of the day and told me to do the same - standard practice in the office after an all-nighter. I was living at home with my mom at the time and I told her what the attorney had said. I had also left a note for "Anna" (name changed to protect the guilty), the supervisor, to explain what had happened and that I wouldn't be in that day. At 11 am I heard the phone ring, but was too tired to get it and went back to sleep. Later when I got up, mom told me that "Anna" had called and had demanded to speak to me. Mom told her I had gotten in at 7 and was asleep but she would give me the message when I awakened. I called the supervisor and was screamed at for a good 5 minutes and told never again to let my mother speak to her the way she had and that I was to come into the office immediately. I told her no. The next day I expect to be fired, so I went to the attorney I had worked with and told him the story. He went to the supervisor's boss and nothing happened to me.

Another time I walked out into the hallway one afternoon about 3 pm and smelled smoke. Not just smelled it, but could see it in the air. I should mention that we were on the 25th and top floor of a Wall Street building. I went back in the paralegal office and told "Anna" what I had seen. A few minutes later the smoke was visible and smellable in our office and one of the partners, who was the fire warden for our floor, was coming around and telling everyone to evacuate the building. "Anna" refused to let us leave saying that the partner was known for his practical jokes. She closed the door to our office and we continued to work. About half an hour later the door was unceremoniously thrown open by a NYC fireman in full turnout gear and respirator. He was as shocked to see us as we were to see him. He ordered us out immediately. Nancy began arguing with him and he threatened to have her arrested. We 5 legal assistants and "Anna" were escorted to the elevator and out of the building. Outside some of the building's occupants were sort of milling around, but most had left. "Anna" insisted that we wait to see if they would let us back in the building to finish the work day. A fireman overheard her and told her pointblank that nobody was getting back in the building the rest of the day and maybe not the next day either. Her face just fell. The rest of us scampered off.

She tried to keep me from going on one vacation and ruined another one for me. I had arranged to take my 2 nephews and niece to DisneyWorld. She was pissed because I was going on vacation - she never took them - and kept calling the hotel where we were staying to ask really stupid questions about a job I was supervising another paralegal on. Or she had that legal assistant call me. At the time (1987), very few people had mobile phones and they were nothing like what we have available today. So I spent a good chunk of my vacation finding public telephones and calling the office. Or if we went back to the hotel room, I'd spend several hours on the phone answering questions. It was very frustrating. In fact I was so ticked when I got back that I went out and found another job. In my exit interview I specifically named the supervisor as my reason for leaving.

I heard a few years later that the partner "Anna" had worked with almost exclusively had retired and that the new head of the partners' committee had no use for "Anna" because when he was an associate she had been nasty and dismissive to him. She was stripped of her position as supervisor and told that she was just another legal assistant. The last I heard a new supervisor had been named and "Anna" was not taking it well.

The person I am now looks back on what I let that woman get away with and wonders why. All I can say is that I was young and not comfortable dealing with older superiors.

[Sen. Walter Sobchak]

22. I had my own "Anna" too,

While theoretically I did report to her - almost all my time was consumed working directly with the lawyers and directly with clients. Rhonda being my supervisor was a technicality but she eventually decided she had to establish her dominance over me!

So she began to give me time consuming but redundant tasks to do, she began to try forcing other people to do things that were my responsibility - while having me do everything from drive somebody to San Diego to assemble Ikea furniture. I came back from lunch one day to find a poor woman no more than 20 nearly in tears going through my bookshelf because Rhonda had intercepted a request from a lawyer and had this poor girl looking up obscure bankruptcy measure she didn't understand and had no reason to.

When Rhonda discovered me helping her with it, she fliped out at both of us.

Eventually the lawyers came to notice that her stupid errands were taking away from my ability to do my real job and that her forcing others to do my job didn't yield satisfactory results so I was given a promotion and reported to the lawyer responsible for tax and bankruptcy.

Rhonda was eventually fired after she threw a receptionists discman into the wall.

[Blue_In_AK]

26. I had one of those, too, my first legal secretary job.

Her name was Kay Zumwalt, and since she's now dead, I won't protect her identity. She used to make us come in at 7:30 every Wednesday (our work day started at 8:30) for "training" sessions, for which we were not paid overtime. That included such minutiae as stapling documents on the diagonal to be sure that the pages folded over better, etc. She did that same thing about docking people's paychecks when they were late coming in, even if they had worked until the wee hours and didn't file a request for overtime pay. She was a horrible woman, and I did not feel bad at all when I learned that she had passed.

[MorningGlow]

16. Picking the crappiest one is darn-near impossible

I've had some doozies in my time...

- The bookstore manager we nicknamed "the lurker" because he would sneak around the store and then peer over the top of medium-height bookcases looking like Kilroy to make sure you were actually shelving books instead of just...I dunno...sitting in the middle of the store?

- The design department manager at a catalog company who was having a competition with the customer service manager. The challenge? To see who could hire the greatest number of "hot chicks" (I was in my "hot" phase at the time so I guess I qualified). Blew them in to the HR lady when I left, lemme tell ya. I hear the customer service manager got fired several years later for crashing the server by downloading too much porn. :eyes:

- The completely incompetent "VP" hired to run a local news station Web site even though she knew NOTHING about it. She made twice as much as I did, plus got a hefty holiday bonus, while I ran the site and got (like everyone else except her) an $18.95 popcorn kettle and a pair of snowman candles for our holiday "bonus". How do I know the kettle was $18.95? Our overlords at corporate had them sent from a kitchen store and an invoice was in each box. I outlasted her, which was enjoyable, but then I was about to get the boot because my job was vaporized (when CLEAR CHANNEL bought the station--ahem), so I left, only to end up with probably my worst boss ever...

- A pale, bald, insecure, paranoid worm of an editor who I suspect didn't want to hire me but the VP overruled him. I think he thought I wanted his job (but I didn't). He gave me shit from the moment I walked in the door--refused to train me so he could yell at me for all the stuff I was doing wrong. Suffered with him for three years and then the VP was fired. The very minute he was gone, this editor yanked all my assignments from me and gave them to other people who didn't work on the magazine, plus hired freelancers. Another supervisor, his peer, told me he was going around telling people I was a bad writer. Now, I can put up with a lot of crticism, but I know for a FACT that I am quite a good writer--been making a living from it for more than a decade. And he never told ME he had a problem with my writing--he was just setting up the situation so he could make sure the new VP was biased. It worked. I quit after another year of fighting with this asshole. :grr:

But now I freelance at home and play with my kid, which I think I'll go do right now. :P

On edit: Still so pissed it's affecting my excellent writing skills!

[graywarrior]

17. When I work for myself, I want to quit every fucking day.

[grace0418]

18. It would be easier to list the ones that weren't crappy...

*sounds of crickets*

[MorningGlow]

21. You know, I've actually had a few great bosses in my day

A fantastic bookstore manager or two, and the manager who preceded the incompetent VP of a local news Web site (see post above). Funnily enough, they always seem to be replaced by total boobs. I think the good bosses fight the good fight against the owners who only care about the bottom line (had one owner looking for his "paycheck" and when didn't see it deposited in his vast bank account the very second he figured it should be there, called from an airport, SCREAMING into the phone, "IT'S MY MONEY!!!!") Then the good guys become exhausted from the fight (one bookstore manager I had quit to bake bread in Arizona), and the owners hire someone far more malleable. Trouble is, those malleable folks are also complete morons. It's a pattern.

[skygazer]

19. I'd say the one I have right now

Power-tripper big time. Likes to hear himself bluster and yell. Cuts employee hours to the bone and still expects the same amount of work to get done. Has made several employees cry. Nitpicks about stupid things like whether you're wearing a regulation pin on your apron while the real issue is the backlog of customers at the deli counter.

Petty tyrant would describe him best. :eyes:

[Tommy_Carcetti]

20. Lifeguarding one summer

I lifeguarded one summer at a certain unnamed US military base recreation center. My boss had serious issues. I was 20 and she was about 10 years older. She was one of those types who the first impression she wanted to give the lifeguards was she was your "friend" and a "cool boss." So she joked around and said all sorts of edgy things. And I really didn't mind it that much.

Except for some uncertain reason, apparently I was not one of her favorites. She seemed to favor the guards who had been already there for several years.

Her friendly exterior soon vanished. She enforced really, really stupid rules. Lifeguards could not twirl their whistles because it looked "unprofessional"--now I ask you, what lifeguards DON'T twirl their whistle? That's the classic lifeguard thing. Beside our pool, we also had a small beach with two lifeguard chairs. Sometimes it would be busy; other times it would be empty. But the rule was, even if the beach was TOTALLY empty, BOTH lifeguards must be up in their chairs, looking at the water (and of course not twirling their whistle, ever!) Lifeguards at the beach could not leave the beach for a break (other than bathroom), even if the other lifeguard was there and the beach was totally empty.

Our days usually had 4 or 8 hour shifts. However, there was this one 8am - 8pm shift at the beach. My girlfriend (now wife) who lived out of state at that time had come up to visit me for a couple of days during the summer. So I asked my boss for an 8:00am-4:00 pm shift, so that I could have the afternoon and evening to go out with my girlfriend. Simple enough? No--I get the 12 hour, 8:00am-8:00 pm shift TWO DAYS IN A ROW.

Then there were the things she said. I was planning on going to law school at the time. When she asked how I would be doing it, I told her that my girlfriend (who I was already engaged to) would be working as a teacher while I spend the three years in law school, and we would make do. Her response was, "Oh, I know a person who tried supporting their husband through law school. They had problems and got divorced." I thought that was rather rude, but kind of brushed it aside. A few days later, the topic of law school came up again, and she asked how I was planning to pay for law school. I told her that I was a decent student in college--GPA in the 3s--and I was hoping to get a scholarship. Her response was, and I quote: "Oh, those grades aren't nearly good enough to get you a scholarship anywhere!" I could not believe what I just heard, and that comment really just made my blood boil. (Meanwhile, one of her "favorites" had also told her she got a scholarship to grad school, and her response was an emphatic "Congratulations! I knew you were smart enough to do it!")

Things came to a head a week or two later. It was a Sunday. When I first got the job, I specifically asked for Sundays off because on Sundays my family usually goes to visit my grandparents. It's a tradition. And for a while, I didn't get Sundays. But I got a Sunday, and stupidly I figured it was just an isolated oversight and I would grin and bear it. The pool opens at 9:00am. Lifeguards are asked to be there at 8:45 to prepare. Well, I get a little held back and I get in at 8:50. Immediately, my boss starts chewing me out: "How dare you be late? If you are late again, you're fired. (Etc.)" Never mind, I had never been late before, I was still technically "early", and that other lifeguards (her favorites) were often late without discipline. She pulled my last straw, and I was just so frustrated. Just to let out my frustration, I went into the bathroom, went into one of the stalls, and let out a loud "Damn it!" Unfortunately, the walls were not that thick, and apparently my boss heard it.

So she called me in again, and asked what this was all about. And I told her about this disparate and unfair treatment of me, and her constant rude and demeaning comments to me. She brushed everything off, and then said, "When I heard you storm off and curse in the bathroom, I turned to (favorite employee) and said 'Oh...my...God!' I don't mean to be rude, but that's the sort of behavior that people on drugs exhibit." Just another classic from this awful woman.

But that's still not all. A few years before, I had lifeguarded at that military base's sister base. It wasn't the best job, but I did it the whole summer, and I disclosed it on my application for this job. Well, my boss started to tell me, "Well, I just heard from (so and so) that you were a lifeguard at our sister base. You never put that on your application. Had I known you worked there, I would have contacted the people over there and asked if you ever had any of these same problems." At that point, I knew she was lying, and I had enough. I told her that I was going to put in my two weeks and that was it (I wanted to leave immediately, but I was a little hard up on money).

There is a good ending to all of this. First of all, when I originally applied, I sent in my job application via fax. So luckily, I still had the original copy. :) After I put in my notice, I brought up the original application and showed it to her face the exact part where I disclosed my previous job at the sister base. At that point, her face just went blank. I nailed her in her own lie, and all I could get out of her was a feeble, "Well...I guess that page just got lost in the fax." (Which if she actually were telling the truth would be quite sad if she hired someone who she didn't get the entire job application form)

But it gets even better. I didn't get the law school scholarship right away, but my first year I'm near the top of my class with a 3.75 GPA. So as a reward, I was given a 3/4 scholarship from the school for my remaining two years. And I decided to have a little fun with it. So I took the letter announcing my scholarship, made a photo copy of it, and addressed it to my old boss who said my grades weren't good enough for a scholarship with a simple, non-hostile and non-profane post script: "Well, I guess I WAS good enough after all to get the scholarship." Of course, I never saw it get delivered to her, but I would have paid anything just to see the look on her face. :)

[davsand]

23. "I'm firing you for you own good." and "I'm rehiring you because you blackmailed me."

Same guy, same day. He also tried to tell me that he was only doing it for my own good and that I was "too nice" to the public. Oh--and did I remember to mention that all women were "bitches" in his vernacular? I was "That bitch Laura" and we had "that bitch Terry," and "that bitch Lisa" etc. He would try and loom over you if you disagreed with him and would get right up in your face and scream at you.

I am dead serious when I say that I think the f*cker is nuts. We worked with armed Deputies in our building for a full week before he got fired. If you look up Socialized Sociopath it is a perfect fit for this man. In ALL the years I have worked for a living I have NEVER seen anything to compare to this. Literally, familiarity with him does breed contempt.

About a week after he got fired (VERY public and all over the press) I was in a Quickie-mart buying a bag of ice for the kids' water jug for the girls' softball team I coached. Who do I run into? Yep, the former boss. From the back of the store I hear the clerk say, "Hey--I know you--ain't you that dude they fired?" He says yes. She then asks him "what really was the story with that?" and (I am not making this up!) He points a shaky finger of blame at ME in the back of the store and starts screaming about "It was HER FAULT I got fired!!!!" Then he goes off on a rant about how he is the only honest government employee and we all conspired to have him fired.

I really just wanted a ball bat, but all I had was two tins of sugar free mints and a 2.5 pound bag of ice... I was asked later if I had been afraid to walk out of the store after that scene, an I had to admit I never gave it much thought. If anything, I WANTED an excuse to kick him hard enough to put his nads up in his brain pan...


He was a real doozy.



Laura

[Karenina]

24. He was a celebrity accountant

and demanded I lie to his wife. I told him where to stick it.

[Blue_In_AK]

25. The first job I had after graduating from college

was doing clerical work for a couple of petroleum engineer types in Denver. One of them was a 40-ish kind of fat, greasy slob who used to come up behind me at my desk and try to kiss the back of my neck and give me backrubs. A few occasions I literally had to put my desk between me and him, just like a bad TV joke. Right after I first started working there, the two partners took me out to lunch -- unbeknownst to me ahead of time -- to a topless bar across the street. I should have quit then, but I needed the money, so hung in for a while, but finally the harassment just got to be too much and I was fearing for my safety.

If the same laws were in effect then that are now, I could have been a millionaire. :shrug:

[jmowreader]

27. I have three candidates

The worst MILITARY boss I ever had was the commander of the 110th Military Intelligence Battalion. (This is the moran Poppy Bush's Secret Service detail threw in a portapotty when Poppy came to visit our refugee camp, but that is a story for another day.) We got a new division commander, who announced to his subordinate commanders that he only wanted to see us doing "combat oriented training." Most people can figure this out: it's training that pertains to your combat mission. The REST of the division figured this shit out: infantry soldiers do infantry training, artillery soldiers do artillery training, air defense soldiers do ADA training. My bonehead commander decided the way to give MI soldiers combat training was to have them do infantry training--and NOTHING but infantry training. The division commander knew me personally because President Clinton sent him a handwritten personal note about me. I had to go to division headquarters about a week before I got out of the army to do some unit business and bumped into the general...who wanted to know how things were going in the battalion. Just a real nice friendly conversational question, right? "Not bad, if all you want is a badly-trained infantry unit." The general immediately marched my scrawny ass into his office, shut the door and asked me to expand on what I just said. "Sir, your MI battalion commander isn't allowing his NCOs or officers to conduct MI-specific training. We've asked. All he wants is language training for his linguists (someone scored a zero on her language proficiency test six months after he took command so, to prevent it from happening again, he required all the linguists in the battalion to do nothing but study their language) and infantry training for everyone else. We've asked, but he won't allow MI training. However, we can set up a hasty ambush with the best of 'em." He made me call four other NCOs to division headquarters to verify this. Then he called the colonel to his office and fired him for being stupid.

The worst HOME DEPOT boss I ever had is the one who just stepped down to teach school. He wasn't a bad guy, I guess, once you get past the fact that he didn't require the junior members of the department to do anything, so they left it all for me.

But the WORST boss I ever had, bar none, was the manager of the printing plant I used to work for. Oh god. Among his atrocities:

* When you have a film-based workflow, you have to put the film on acetate carrier sheets for plating, a process called stripping. It's a very exacting job but it's not all that hard. Our stripper's wife was diagnosed with cancer and he took three months leave of absence to get her treatment started. Which, of course, left me as computer operator AND stripper. A month after the stripper went out, the boss came into the prepress room and started yelling at me because I was stripping printing instead of running a computer. "I pay you to run a fucking computer and not to strip fucking printing so you fucking quit stripping fucking printing and fucking run your fucking computer." And since he was totally shitfaced at the time, I told him that if I didn't strip the fucking printing his fucking bank was going to repossess his fucking house because nobody else in the fucking building knows how to strip film.

* Fucker couldn't write an employment ad to save his fucking life. He was looking for a part-time stripper because he thought I wasn't going to be able to run film and strip it at the same time. Actually, that's very easy: put the job in the imaging queue on the computer, wait till the film falls out of the processor, then check it and strip it. But he couldn't really wrap his head around this, so he put an ad in the paper looking for a "stripper." After the thirtieth exotic dancer came in looking for work, he handed me the ad. "Can you see what's wrong with this?" 'Uhh...just how long have you LIVED in Fayetteville?' We rewrote the ad to read "Prepress professional in a commercial printing establishment. Responsible for registering film, making color proofs and producing printing plates."

* The drunk-ass sumbitch likes to drive home with a beer in his hand. The Fayetteville Police Department and the Cumberland County Sheriff's Office are between our shop and his house.

* Right after 9/11 he decided to scale everyone back to 35 hours per week...and right after he announced it, he went right down and bought himself a new Harley.

* He also liked to hit on the new secretaries he hired...well, that is until he hired one who was 37 years old. He hit on her once. She looked at him and told him, "if you do that again, I will use this letter opener to cut off your penis."

* The fucker made this super huge buy on new ink rollers. Non refundable. "Fits Heidelberg Speedmaster 74." We didn't have one of those. Neither did anyone else in town.

* Our janitor was using the forklift to put barrels of press wash in the flammables building. He set the parking brake, turned off the forklift and left it in gear while he was putting a pump on one of the barrels. The forklift, which had a nonfunctioning parking brake, rolled off the loading dock. Dipshit fired the janitor. He rehired the janitor after the nastiest labor-law shark in the South offered to come by with a certified Caterpillar mechanic to inspect the brakes on the forklift.

* He bought a new 40-inch press, went through all sorts of rigamarole to get it, then found out the plate cylinder is two inches bigger around than the one on his old 40-inch press. Maybe there's a REASON the first thing a press dealer sends you is the manual.

[GOPisEvil]

28. She had no experience, an inflated self-image and limited people skills.

Limited unless she was sucking up, that is.

The worst thing she ever did to me was "demote" a co-worker for some reason, then telling that co-worker that I had been "chomping at the bit" to take that position. Nothing like stabbing two people with one swipe.

[struggle4progress]

29. Offered me a 5-cent an hour raise. Even back then $2.00 a week didn't go far

[frogcycle]

30. me

I can't get myself to do anything

[Wapsie B]

31. When my Grandmother died,

I told my boss that I had some bad news. The first words out of her mouth were, "Well, how does that affect me?"

[Nikia]

32. I have recently developed some empathy towards my boss

Especially since they are hiring someone to be the new head of the department. In many ways, he is unorganized and incompetent though, which makes him a crappy boss. I suspected this new development before it happened. I am just suprised that he was not outright fired.
My previous boss was competent, but he did a rather crappy thing to me. Every year, at a certain time, everyone is eligible for a raise at that company. He told me that I wasn't getting a raise because the plant manager didn't think I deserved one. When I told him that I was going to appeal, he admitted that it was because he didn't think that I deserved a raise. The conversation started with me trying to make my case. Then he started tearing me down. In his rant against me, he included personal stuff which he learned from asking me "I only ask this as a friend..." He said somewhere along the lines that he was sorry if I made the mistake of thinking that he was a friend because he was not and learned not to be friends with his employees several years ago. I never trusted him again. Maybe I should have known better. I know better now.