The Manager Who Should Not Be
Jun. 26th, 2006 04:22 pm(The Continuing Adventures of the New Manager)
On Mondays mornings we have our weekly team meetings, today being the first since the changeover to the new manager. She of course felt obligated to attend and introduce herself formally.
I had to try very hard not to laugh at her outright when she explained how her management style, which she has been using for over twenty years now, was to treat people like mature adults and to not micromanage, and that we'd probably never hear from her as long as we do our jobs.
I was sorely tempted to point out that my wife once was on the phone with HR; the manager in question assumed that the call was in regards to her, and began efforts to get my wife fired the very next day.
I was further tempted to point out that sending out deskwide warnings on a trifling issue is not exactly an indicator that you tend to treat people professionally or as mature adults.
Last of all, I've been itching to say, "Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!" all day now. At the meeting, I was trying to decide whether to point at the manager and scream it in hysterics... or whether to instead yell, "Ia! Ia! Chrystal fhtagn!" and then run out of the room, climb in my car, and go home. Somehow I managed not to do either, and instead just calmly sipped my Mountain Dew then went to my desk to settle in and do some work.
But resumes are going out. Oh yes, my friends, resumes are going out. I cannot describe the horror which would befall me if they weren't. (But it would glow with a sickly green glow, I'm sure...)
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kizayaen
On Mondays mornings we have our weekly team meetings, today being the first since the changeover to the new manager. She of course felt obligated to attend and introduce herself formally.
I had to try very hard not to laugh at her outright when she explained how her management style, which she has been using for over twenty years now, was to treat people like mature adults and to not micromanage, and that we'd probably never hear from her as long as we do our jobs.
I was sorely tempted to point out that my wife once was on the phone with HR; the manager in question assumed that the call was in regards to her, and began efforts to get my wife fired the very next day.
I was further tempted to point out that sending out deskwide warnings on a trifling issue is not exactly an indicator that you tend to treat people professionally or as mature adults.
Last of all, I've been itching to say, "Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!" all day now. At the meeting, I was trying to decide whether to point at the manager and scream it in hysterics... or whether to instead yell, "Ia! Ia! Chrystal fhtagn!" and then run out of the room, climb in my car, and go home. Somehow I managed not to do either, and instead just calmly sipped my Mountain Dew then went to my desk to settle in and do some work.
But resumes are going out. Oh yes, my friends, resumes are going out. I cannot describe the horror which would befall me if they weren't. (But it would glow with a sickly green glow, I'm sure...)
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