The evil boss

After thirty years, my previous boss retired. She was an excellent leader and a great person. My co-workers and I hoped her replacement would be the same. 

We were wrong. 

Our new boss made our lives miserable from the beginning. She shared her dictatorship plan before introducing herself. Employees refusing to follow her vision were either executed or sent to Siberia for re-conditioning. Those who followed her would be spared and remain employed.

She had a reputation as a non-people person who never cared about employee input. She never made eye contact or spoke unless she needed to reprimand someone. She frowned on non-work related conversations. 

She sent an email prohibiting non-work conversation to the pope, my co-workers and anyone else with an email account. Allegedly, she had an open door policy — it would have been believable if the door wasn’t always closed.

When it was open, she sat in her office with the lights off. Some of us thought she had voodoo dolls of each employee. I never spoke to her unless she asked me a question. It was unreal how one person could kill morale and change an entire atmosphere.

Our new boss really made us appreciate our previous one.When she wasn’t sitting in her lair with the door shut, she paced the floors in search of victims to scrutinize.

She watched us and made notes about our daily activities. She then gave the notes to our direct supervisors, who then would address her comments with us. 

The Bride of Godzilla supervised us for a little more than a year. During that time, she spoke to me for no more than an hour. A30 feet away from me. She also had to pass my dungeon every morning to get to her lair. She never said hello, drop dead, or anything else. I wonder if she knew she was a tyrant? If she did, she didn’t care.

After her tour of duty, she left to take another position. We heard rumors that her job over us was a stepping stone to her next position. Her new job must not have liked her either, because they laid her off, and then her father died. 

She is living proof that you reap what you sow. 

I never got to know her as a person, but as she walked past my cubicle for the final time, I detected a strong scent of Brimstone.