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Most Eccentric Boss/Supervisor Stories

 
  

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18:51 / 17.10.05
I worked in a health food store. I was the sole employee. The owner was a 78 year old nutritional counselor who was founder and president of a supposedly national organization of nutritional counselors. All well and good so far. She was a devout southern baptist, a seriously racist individual, and believed her doctors were trying to murder her to keep her from making people more healthy. She also believed that she had been singlehandedly responsible for "the druidic revival" in Europe, on the grounds that druids were fifteenth century Christian holistic doctors who had been persecuted by modern science, she once gave a lecture on holistic medicine in Germany, and there are now druids in Germany. She was adamant about the fact that tapeworms are the true cause of AIDS, cancer, and anything else scary and terminal, and she was firmly convinced one of her doctors had put a tapeworm into her breathing tube while she was in the hospital.

I was also going to tell the tale of the harpmaker who was a Scientologist who had problems keeping his hands to himself and a phobia of BDSM, but I suppose that's not really all that weird for a Ren Faire vendor.
 
 
Triplets
19:15 / 17.10.05
My boss just lies to people and treats them like shit but I suppose that's too run-of-the-mill for /this/ thread.

He does always try and buy people "treats" (*shudder*) from town to buy his way into people. I mean always. Every single day "WANT ANYTHING FROM MASTERCHEF? GUYS? MASTERCHEF? ANYTHING? I'LL BUY IT FOR YOU?".

knifeinsertmodego
 
 
Mistoffelees
19:26 / 17.10.05
What is it with bosses being so weird? No wonder, The office was such a success.

My boss was a coward just like David Brent. But, and this is worse: He had very bad breath (as if something had did inside him). He could stink up a whole room. Everybody was wondering what was wrong (he almost never ate anything when at work), and why he never ever did anything about it. Sometimes people were brave enough to tell him. But whenever he heard something, he did not want to hear, he shrugged it off, and later acted, as it was never said.

Instead of rose/pink/red gum, he had white/greyish stuff between his teeth, that looked like bone. And his hair was going away from his head, as if a fan blew in his face all the time.

He was one of many reasons, that I left this place.
 
 
ZF!
19:42 / 17.10.05
My former boss, professor of microbiology (then moved into New Media), 50 something, bald patch, white hair, a very gruff and blunt man, the very picture of an absent minded professor.

One hot summer day he came in to work wearing a white shirt, white blazer and tie, nothing strange there, but he also wore white bermuda's and sandals with his toenails painted a dark green.

Sadly he died a couple years back.
 
 
Alex's Grandma
19:48 / 17.10.05
As a younger woman, tipsy on sherry at the office Christmas party, I had sex with my manager in the stationary cupboard.

I was quite the beauty, back in the day. Possibly none of you have heard of 'La Bardot,' but I was a bit, so they said, just a little like that. On our wedding night I poisoned him, and now I've got a house with a pool, so who is to say there is anything wrong that?

Every cloud has a silver lining - however bad your job seems, on the way up the ladder, there's always a chance that you'll meet somebody special.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
20:16 / 17.10.05
From the Crazy, Mixed-Up Files of Bob Ox
17 Jun 2005

Problem: Bought the ftn last October. The bowl seems to be deteriating(sic)/chipping away. Please call ASAP/immediately/right away for appt.

Ox called, see 'back'

Notes From Front

Name on Front (Tarek Eldidi) is Arch. not customer (customer name unknown) Advised FTN crumbling - told me winterized FTN on their own by putting plastic bag over it - told Tarek we would schedule service call @ 85.00 (Merrick). If we find MVN or Vendor fault, I'd credit him back + discuss solution. Told me he makes 3000.00/hr + doesn't have the f__king time to waste w/me. Gently hung up.
 
 
pony
21:08 / 17.10.05
in a hurry, so this is going to be a bit bare-bones:

i worked at a beach resort over the summer, and the owners were not on good terms with the ferry line whose property neighbored ours. mid-summer, the ferry people board up the walkway between our property and theirs, claiming it is their fence and they can keep their customers from conveniently waltzing over to our establishment. our owner tells theirs that it is public right of way and that he will go get the papers to that affect. he returns a couple minutes later with a chainsaw and proceeds to chop their barricade to bits while an arriving ferry watches in confusion.

it was awesome.
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
22:52 / 17.10.05
Not anywhere near as great as id's example, but one of my favourite workplaces ever was the site of this:

Was an agency temp, so sent somewhere as filing and phone-monkey on a weeks' trial. Basically, you assume you've done your interview stuff already and as long as you can last the week filing 'African theatre' under A, you've probably got the job. Had been warned that they'd rejected the last six phone-monkeys with no reason given.

At the end of my first day, a friday, I was told I had a very important job to do. Panicked. This turned out to be popping to the local offie and doing the office wine shop.

Came back with wine, and was sent into the director's office. Bear in mind that I was hired for filing, so a chat with the PA is generally as formal as interviewing gets.

Director pours me and her a glass of wine, directs me to sit down and (very swishily/luvvie-like, she was an ex-actress and theatre producer) points at me and says:

'You have five minutes. Tell me all about yourself. GO!'

I freeze for a minute or so and then start babbling madly. We sit there for half an hour, finish the bottle and I get the job.

Not quite to topic, but job-related: the other 'best' interview I've had was for a PA's job with the rudest man in the world. Halfway in, I decide I blatantly haven't got the job and just start arguing back. By the end, we're standing up and *shouting* at each other at full volume. I got offered that one, but oddly, turned it down.

(for Londoners, it was a job that several people I know have interviewed for/worked in, being PA to the owner of a succesful range of second-hand shops. I imagine he didn't keep anyone for long and it's one of those jobs that alot of people in London have done at some point)
 
 
Bard: One-Man Humaton Hoedown
23:14 / 17.10.05
The owner of the restaraunt I work at is like a mob boss. He's this tall Italian guy who has a penchant for pinstripe suits, and has all these "clients" and "friends" who all get free food. And large numbers of women.

Anyway, he's a nice gy, but he's crazy sometimes. He'll come into the kitchen in the middle of a rush and just start screaming. "My fucking god! I'm fucking ruined! You goddamned people are driving me bankrupt! SOmeone just fucking shoot me now!"

I mean...yeah. The people he screams at often deserve to be yelled at...but its just the manner in which he does it. Its over the top. It's like something out of a sitcom the way this guy can just go completly nuts.

Though another vaugley humorous boss story:

One of my very first bosses, and the only person to ever fire me, was a manager at The Keg. So I ran into her a few years later. Now she's managing a small Rogers Video store.

Not quite funny...but I dunno. It tickled my funny bone when I first realized it.
 
 
ghadis
23:22 / 17.10.05
Sounds very familier GGM!!

If it's who i'm thinking of he also sacks people on the spot for smelling of perfume or aftershave or anything smelly at all.

And i work there!!! It is dodgy as fuck and weird and paranoid and pays like crap....but i can get loads of books and comics ad cds and stuff so it works out...

But don't look him in the eye...or at his feet!!!
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
23:54 / 17.10.05
Yeah, that's him. What is it with the smell thing?
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
00:00 / 18.10.05
Also, I figured at the interview that while it might be quite weird and stressful working in one of the shops, that would probably be bearable, whereas following him round/being his Personal Acolyte probably wouldn't be.


(He also yelled at me for wearing a suit. which given that the job was advertised in a small ad with no details as PA job, and I went having checked out the address, in a mod suit, t-shirt and Chelsea Boots, was the point where I gave up and started shouting back. It's still the only interview I've ever shouted at someone in. )
 
 
ghadis
00:25 / 18.10.05
Yea, he's just fucking nuts!

The smell thing is actually written in the contract you sign when you start work. You are not to smell strongly of anything. He doesn't like it. I think it's because he does so much coke his nostrils have become super powerfull and he can smell all. If you do you get sacked.

Lots of stories on that guy. One guy i know opened up one of the shops at 10am on a Sat to hear shouts from the basement so he opened the locked door to find a really pissed off tran prostitute, very angy about being forgotten about and locked in all night after a bit of a coke sesh.

The assitant job really wasn't for you GGM. He is a very, strange, weak man. He has almost sacked people for looking him in the eye!
 
 
Goodness Gracious Meme
00:37 / 18.10.05
Christ. You might be right. The PA job presumably involves remembering to unlock the hired help and send them home in cabs with just enough coke to keep 'em happy.

Which I might have done, but not on that salary.

Yeah, I've heard the 'don't look me in the eye. Ever' stories from other people who've worked in his Empire.
 
 
Totem Polish
01:50 / 18.10.05
Ah, we're onto the stories about those shops that shall not be named but open at convenient hangover hours of the morning...mainly because of the old boys decision to spend his hideous fortune on hookers and coke.

I was always very entertained by his 'friends' walking into the shop when he was too busy listening to the wind blowing through the hole where his septum used to be to answer the doorbell. Don't know how the scent thing works considering that certain customers appear to take pleasure in not washing or visiting the bog before patronising the establishment (I use bog with a particular emphasis).

Always find the fact that he uses Keef Richard's old flat as a junk room particularly...um...appropriate.
 
 
XXII:X:II = XXX
07:37 / 18.10.05
In a turn of events that makes me look ridiculous but my supervisors even more so, about three weeks ago I got fired for looking at porn on one of the office computers.

Late at night. Off hours. Alone in the office. With pants securely closed and hands decidedly above the desk.

It probably would have gone unnoticed if I'd remembered to clean out the RAM cache, etc., as I almost always do. As it were, it was apparently blown way the fuck out of proportion during the weekend as a friendly manager was set to task of tracking down the culprit.

I should probably mention at this point that among other things, our store SELLS PORN. Some of it quite raunchy.

The only reason that made any sense to me was that I risked exposing the store network to virii, as apparently virii only dwell on porn and gambling sites and nowhere else on the Internet. All other reasons presented to me, such as the possibility of it being construed as sexual harassment or generally contrary to decency, seemed a steaming load, given the circumstances. (There was several months before an accusation against one manager by a female employee, though this was generally thought to be bullshit, and the store couldn't exactly fire her without seeming complicit in her supposed harassment, so I'm guessing this was something of displaced bureaucracy stemming from that.) Just the other evening I learned that it was actually debated as something of an ETHICAL question. That actually floored me, and convinced me even more than before that I was dealing with some truly immature, hypocritical people.

Hey, I take no particular pride in this being the condition of my termination, but as I was a fairly popular employee (though surely not without my faults) and I'm pretty sure of landing a new gig within the next couple weeks, one that pays at least twice as much and in which I understand that porn surfing ON THE CLOCK is not only allowed but de rigeur, I'd say my previous employers are missing out more by my termination than I am.

Next time I'll just post either about cool bosses with whom I've smoked reefer or this one crazy, low-level manager at a nearly factory-level job who everyone hated because she had no idea what the fuck anyone did there.
 
 
Axolotl
08:02 / 18.10.05
I've never had a really crazy boss, the following is my nearest I've come.
Once I got a job by turning up for an interview in my old mini. The guy saw it, we spent half an hour discussing the joy of minis, the rest of the interview went:
"Got any building experience"
"No"
"Got a hard hat?"
"No"
"Got any steel-toecapped boots?"
"Yes"
"That'll do, you've got the job."
Next thing you know I'm a foreman on a building site.
 
 
Jub
08:06 / 18.10.05
Phox, why did you for a foreman's interview when you had no building experience?
 
 
Axolotl
08:33 / 18.10.05
I didn't, I applied for some casual building work. They hired me, gave me a days training in the mysteries of sound-proofing and within 2 weeks I had about 10 people working under me.
As I was only 18 it was quite exciting to start with lots of reponsibility & so on. As it progressed it got a bit weird as I realised (& so did the site foreman) that I was entirely out of my depth.
I quit once they started trying to make me fit fire-proofing. Doing a bad job when the consequences would be an office worker being able to hear his neghbour was fine. When it could lead to a towering inferno I was a little more concerned.
 
 
GogMickGog
08:54 / 18.10.05
My favourite "eccentric" boss was at a factory temping job I had two years back.

He was a tiny wee dude with A.D.D., energy like a jack russell on speed, and proud owner of the most extensive collection of Iron Maiden merchandise in the UK. He was also a children's party DJ, and would 'practise' his 'set' on slow days, which chiefly consisted of playing entire albums by bands you prayed only had one hit (Black Lace, anyone? The cartoonies?).

He alos blatantly fancied one of the workers, and offered to have her ex "disappeared", because he reckoned his Italian restaraunt owning chum was connected.

Oh and he got fired and hired twice in 2 months, for waving a gun around and threatening to kill himself/others.

Ace.
 
 
Spaniel
10:23 / 18.10.05
My friend's ex-boss invited everyone into his office to introduce them to his slave and penchant for S&M relationships.

As for myself, well, I used to have a boss who looked like a very camp Penfold (from Danger Mouse). The guy was totally incompetent, and would, when stressed, begin to stutter, open his shirt, put a hand in and squeeze his man breast.

Needless to say, as the guy was crazy-neurotic and constantly freaking out, there was much stuttering and breast squeezing.

Oh, yeah, he also had NO IDEA about body space, so, well, you can imagine...
 
 
Cherielabombe
11:17 / 18.10.05
I have noticed that the only bosses I ever get along with are crazy in someway. As I get older I seem to be getting better jobs, and the bosses are just getting crazier. My current boss is the most eccentric of all, thus the best (so far)!
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
11:19 / 18.10.05
porn surfing ON THE CLOCK is not only allowed but de rigeur

I gotta say, I wouldn't want to work someplace where porn surfing on the clock was de rigeur. Are you going to be a network admin at a frathouse?
 
 
Madman in the ruins.
11:38 / 18.10.05
A co worker, not strickly speaking a Boss, but one who suffers from the "I've been here longer than you so I outrank you in some way" syndrome.
Turns up at least 1/2 a hour early for work, not so I can get away early , but just to bore me with the same story every singe day! Also to give me "freinly chats" about how everyone at the place is a backstabbing bastard and to watch my back.

I swear I'm going to preform the Middle Pillar exersise tommorow moring at 4am (I work nights) just to armour me agaist him.
 
 
Tezcatlipoca
11:58 / 18.10.05
Some years ago, during one of my disturbingly frequent periods of being jobless between writing projects, I worked for a chap who owned a language school.

I never ascertained his proper age, but I'd guess at about 65-70. His family also worked in the business, and each day was like a running soap opera.

His son was the most timid man I've ever known, who'd be nearly reduced to tears whenever his father shouted at him (which was frequently). His wife was a shrew of a woman, and his daughter tried to find as many jobs as possible which would result in her being away from Brighton during the weekdays.

This fellow would often wander into the office, muttering to himself about his horrific life and asking himself why he didn't just give everything up. He'd routinely grab telephones from his staff, mid-call, in an effort to take over, and only end up confusing the caller.
He'd wander in during the dead of night and rearrange paperwork, presumably in an effort to feel as though he was doing something, meaning any work carefully filed the night before was at risk of being found to be lost somewhere in a mountain of paper the next morning, random document stapled to random document like a Frankenstein's monster of filing.
He didn't trust computers to "tell me[him] the truth", and used to use the mouse upside down (queerly, I discovered that was the way he'd started, so his brain had adapted accordingly and he was actually able to navigate the OS at a reasonable speed).
Half my time there was spent writing complaint letters which he'd dictate whilst working himself into paroxysms of rage, pretty much at anything and everything. Letters to the post office, to taxi companies, to the council (he'd tripped on a paving slab that morning).

The job came to an end when he tried to extend the insecure bullying of his family to the rest of his staff, which included me. In a way, I'm glad I had the job for a while. As a writer, I managed to extract more character study from that one man in a few weeks than I've seen in years.
 
 
Nobody's girl
12:16 / 18.10.05
Maybe I'm just a great big prude, but WHY would you look at porn at work? It's not as though you'll be masturbating at your desk...is it?

A friend of mine walked in on his boss about to stick his tongue in the way of the blades of a fan. His boss was prone to bizzare behaviour because of a brain injury affecting his memory.
 
 
Ethan Hawke
16:03 / 18.10.05
So he couldn't remember that blades would HURT HIS TONGUE?
 
 
Triplets
17:42 / 18.10.05
Maybe I'm just a great big prude, but WHY would you look at porn at work? It's not as though you'll be masturbating at your desk...is it?

I thought this too. The only reasons I can see for looking at porn at work is either a nasty sly one under the desk or the usual "look at the tits on her, hur hur! I'm totally into shagging women me!".

(admit it Vlad, you were trying to "summon Cthulhu" after hours)
 
 
XXII:X:II = XXX
19:38 / 18.10.05
EXXXTREEEME GORBACHEV perestroiked: I thought this too. The only reasons I can see for looking at porn at work is either a nasty sly one under the desk or the usual "look at the tits on her, hur hur! I'm totally into shagging women me!".

Three flaws to those theories:

1) I was alone in the office, so I wasn't trying to show off for anyone.
2) As I said, I was quite plainly NOT rubbing one out.
3) In large part I was looking at gay porn.

I have a hunch (from all the self-flagellating, of course) that they might have just given me a stern talking-to if they'd not made that last unexpected discovery, but I'm not interested in making an issue of that.

(admit it Vlad, you were trying to "summon Cthulhu" after hours)

Darlin', at my still young age, Cthulhu rarely if ever sleeps, dead but dreaming, which makes my prolonged singlehood all the more tragic.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
22:14 / 18.10.05
Aw, listen, sometimes a young man needs to look at some gay porn at work. It happens.

Once. Right? You can never do it again, Vlad. Imagine how foolish you'll feel the second time.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
22:29 / 18.10.05
Reason for leaving previous employment:

Bigmenwithbigcocks.com. Again. Drat their tireless manhooden!
 
 
Mazarine
01:17 / 19.10.05
Wow... the weirdest thing one of my bosses ever did was speak in baby talk almost constantly. Damn government.
 
 
HCE
01:46 / 19.10.05
"Darlin', at my still young age, Cthulhu rarely if ever sleeps, dead but dreaming, which makes my prolonged singlehood all the more tragic."

Oh my GOD. Are you talking about your erection? Why on earth would anybody want to hear about that?
 
 
Triplets
01:57 / 19.10.05
Vlad's Thing cannot be described---there is no language for his shriekings and immemorial lunacy! The Thing of the idols, the green sticky spawn of the stars, had awakened.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
03:23 / 19.10.05
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents..."
 
  

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