Last night, after picking up my race packet and finding myself impressed by this year’s technical tee (I did not like last year’s), I crossed my fingers, hopped on the Red Line, and met my husband and some of my friends from Dysfunction Inc. for a couple of drinks and dinner. If you’re just coming to the blog, you don’t know about Dysfunction Inc., so I’ll give you a moment to catch up:
For those of you still reading from that time, wasn’t that a wonderful trip down memory lane? And do you like that I’m calling them Dysfunction Inc. now?
The business is still limping along. I keep in touch with a few former coworkers because I genuinely like them. They were good to work with and helped keep me sane during my time there. They realized quickly that I realized quickly that the place was note for me and cheered me on in my efforts to leave. That they’re still stuck there despite trying their damnedest to get out makes me sad, but I have my fingers crossed they all get to tell the bosses to go to hell soon.
They said things at Dysfunction Inc. were the same as ever, with the boss controlling every last project, the HR guy throwing people under the bus, and work keeping them at the office until 2:00am, 3:00am.
One friend had just had her annual review. She overwhelmed the bosses by coming prepared with work products, salary range printouts from Glassdoor.com, and making sure her immediate supervisor — also at the happy hour — was present at her review. The immediate supervisor had suffered through the worst annual review last year: it consisted of the bosses berating her for not inviting them to go to dinner with the office’s younger crowd during a conference. Immediate supervisor is determined to make reviews better for those in her unit.
The new editor (who, as I mentioned here, is actually the old editor before me) is driving everyone crazy. He’s going boss-like power hungry, thinking he needs to touch everything 17 times before it’s cleared to go. The immediate supervisor I mentioned above lamented the fact that I wasn’t still the editor, saying my edits strengthened pieces, without me putting myself into anything. She also said that the boss had decided early on she didn’t like me or my work, hinting that there were many conversations in which boss complained about me and my silly need for boundaries.
I could only thank my lucky stars for getting out of there when I did.