If there is one thing that I have learned during my whole working life, it is not to let-never to let a person who is in a higher role than you to treat you like crap. No matter how much you need the job, no matter how desperate you are for the money, there is no way a person should stay in a job if a manager or supervisor or anyone above them is making them feel worthless. I understand that people do have commitments and children etc, but in this country, the government seems to love giving people money if they don't have a job so things will be fine. If you really don't like a particular person that is of higher authority and you choose to stay in the job, then it will just make you miserable. You will go home each day from work feeling small and it will affect you for the rest of your day. You will become moody and behave in a way you normally wouldn't. The last thing anyone wants to do when they get home from work is to have work on their mind or to have someone from work on their minds who has pissed them off in some way. I know that most people in any job will moan about higher authority. But I am talking about when they make you feel like you want to kick them in their faces or something worse. Some people with authority think that they can take it and shove it down your throat and in some cases the smaller the authority, the bigger the shove can seem to be.
I am going to give just 2 examples of managers that I have dealt with in the past. Just 2 examples for now. Both were "women" and both happened to be beastly, sick, grotesque excuses for human beings.
The first one was when I was working in a cinema about 6 years ago. People at work used to call her Hitler however I thought that was a bit too extreme. My name for her was Trunchbull (the headmistress from the book Matilda, I will never watch the film as the book is one of my favourite books of all time and wouldn't want anything to ruin that) the 2nd. The only way I could describe Trunchbull the 2nd is that she seemed like she had spawned from a wild boar and an ape. When we first opened the cinema, there were about 60 staff members-it went down to 30 as most people left because of her. She would make people feel so small by yelling at them in front of other staff and customers too. I remember her making a few people cry by shouting at them. One time I wasn't due to be in-or so I thought as the had rota changed and nobody had bothered to tell me-she rang me. I explained that I hadn't been told that the rota had changed but I had to come into work anyway. When I did come in, she yelled at me in front of about 20 people, shouting with flecks of saliva spluttering from her big mouth onto my face. I calmly told her not to get so excited and she then proceeded to ban me from watching a film for free (the only perk of the job) for 3 weeks. I had done nothing wrong! Over the next few months there were tons of occasions when this kind of incident took place. I told myself that I wasn't going to be like all the other members of staff and give in, I was going to be strong and fight this beast with all that I had. I was a good worker damn it. One time on the concessions stand on a Saturday evening where there were supposed to be 6 people serving, there were just 2 including me.
It got ridiculously busy for about 2 and a half hours, throughout the time I kept wondering where the hell the rest of the staff were. Masses and masses of people were wanting to be served shouting that they were "going to miss the start of the movie" and "jumbo coke, jumbo coke, jumbo coke" was all I heard for the next 3 days. Eventually after it quietened down, me and my colleague were congratulating each other on a job well done and I leant on the back of the counter completely exhausted and considering myself to be a hero of some sort when Trunchbull the 2nd came to the counter. Thinking she was going to congratulate us for working so hard, she actually yelled at me.... for leaning. "CUSTOMERS DON'T WANT TO SEE SLOUCHING, STOP BEING SO LAZY" My reaction was to yell back, "I HAVE JUST BEEN DOING 3 PEOPLES' WORTH OF WORK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD." Needless to say that this angered the beast and she proceeded to ban me for another week from watching films. I then decided to leave and that I was going to hand my notice in and that somehow, someway I needed to get my own back. The beast had won too many battles, but not the war.
So a couple of weeks later I handed my notice in. I had a casual job in the evenings, but this wasn't going to be enough money for the next few months but I couldn't stay at the cinema anymore. On the last day I still wasn't sure what I was going to do. I wanted to see how she felt when being humiliated and so decided to go on the tannoy system. Make my feelings known about Trunchbull the 2nd to the whole cinema world as well as doing impressions of her (animal noises like a baboon as that is what she sounded like). The microphone was next to the cash office where the beast was in and I was on it for about 90 seconds until she came charging out. I ran. You have to understand how this beast was. Constantly angry and scary and when she came running after me I dread to think what she would have done to me if she caught me. Maybe rip me apart with her teeth?? She chased me outside and then I turned and faced her. We argued for about 15 minutes and I told her what a bad manager and a bad person she was-she then started to have tears coming out of her eyes and for one brief moment, I felt sorry for her and then I remembered the amount of times she made other people cry for no reason and this was for them! During the following 2 weeks I had people coming up to me in the streets, people I'd never met before telling me what I did was great-I think so too.
Part 2 of my examples of bad managers will be soon. This "woman" was hairier than me and in some ways , was more evil than The Trunchbull.
