I haven't seen the movie, Bosses as of yet although I've heard that it is worth watching. My hesitance is that although some of the movie may be of the comedic variety, I've lived that life with a former boss not long ago.
The names are changed to save embarrassment for her stupidity and abusive treatment (even though if she's reading this, she knows exactly who she is.)
At the place I call The Place, were people who were there who honestly had the desire to work and of course, make money to provide for their families. I was one of those people who had a wonderful immediate supervisor who I came to highly respect and look forward to talking with. But, looming behind was the Footstomper, the GM of the company.
FS (Footstomper) wore heavy shoes so that when she walked, EVERYONE heard her coming. She claimed that she was a Bad A--(mule) but personally, she was close to be satan's twin, and I don't say that in exaggeration.
FS screamed and yelled at people, including the owner of the company. She was known for putting her hands in people's faces, mine included, when she wanted them to shut up. She was known for calling people stupid (namely me) because "HER" paper jammed in the printer but it wasn't her fault. She yelled and screamed at me because the wall got dinged by two guys moving file cabinets and I didn't "remind them" to "be careful". She inappropriately spoke to people from other ethnicities in broken, slow English, pronouncing every word saying, "I wasn't sure if she spoke English or not." She threw tantrums, yelled hateful words to everyone and made many people cry. The owner excused her behavior, giving many reasons for her behavior.
One day, she slammed the door in one of the upper management's faces. She didn't apologize.
Another day, she held a company birthday party for the owner but left out two people, on purpose, my supervisor and myself.
When she was gone, the atmosphere was peaceful and the inhabitants peeked out and laughed and shared together.
She only adored certain people....those that stroked her and complimented her. Oh, and if you were fat, you were already treated like scum beneath her shoe.
My existence there at The Place, lasted as long as it was meant to be. I had cried so many tears. I suffered through dread, stress, anxiety and panic each and every time I went to work. I would tell myself, "Don't let her shake you." But, it's hard to ignore a big green monster that stomps around, demanding to be heard.
I kept quiet when there, focused on doing my job and then heading home. Footstomper had no idea of who I was, what my talents were, how intelligent and humorous I was. She didn't care and didn't attempt to find out.
The last day I walked out of The Place for the last time, I cried. I cried for those that were left behind. I cried tears of joy for never having to suffer abuse from her again. I cried with relief that I could finally be myself again.
This journey and where my life is, is even more meaningful because of the obstacle that I faced at The Place. As I drive to work, I find that I'm singing, laughing and smiling. What a contrast from the way things used to be.
Have you dealt with or are dealing with a Footstomper in your life? If you are, hang in there. Troubles don't last always. Somehow, some day, the Footstomper will get exactly what they have dished out but even more.
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