We all have those horror stories, the crazy boss that doesn't take their medication, the co-worker that would stab you in the back at any opportunity, and the guy that can't keep his fingers out of his nose. Then there's the politics, the egos and the know-it-all's.
I went from one dysfunctional environment to the next. Right out of college I worked for a small direct mail company, or what I refer to as the "bottom feeders." The ones that only care about quantity and not quality. There were only four of us in one big room, including the owner/boss, a real paranoid, controlling type. There was no going out to lunch or even leaving the building unless he was in tow. He referred to us as his "big pack of losers." I finally couldn't take it anymore and started looking for another job. But like most paranoid, controlling bosses, he liked to read my email. So, when a colleague asked how my job hunt was going, I received a memo on my honeymoon that I didn't have a job to come back to. Needless to say, we extended our trip to celebrate.
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