Terrible Bosses
For several years now I've been thinking about the kinds of personalities that climb the ranks to upper management or ownership, and how out of the many jobs I've had in my adult life, more times than not, I've ended up working for terrible bosses. The first store manager I ever worked under was only twenty-five at the time, and used to throw objects at you when he'd lose his temper. He once threw a metal ice scoop at my head, then bought me lunch later that day. He also made sexual advances towards the teenage girls that worked there when his pregnant wife, who was also a manager for that company, wasn't around. I was only sixteen at the time and remember him asking me when was I going to get my tits. I was the lucky one for not having noticeable ones or he would have tried to feel me up like I'd seen him do the girls who did. I'd like to say I started this off with the worst of all the bosses of my Christmas past, but he was actually quite ...