I’ve been working since
I was sixteen, and in those years I’ve learned all kinds of things about the
world of work—including a few lessons that I’m pretty sure no one intended to
teach me. Such as …
“Even If The Boss Is a Drunk, He’s
Still the Boss.”
Such was the response my
seventeen-year-old self received after reporting into work one gorgeous summer
day and innocently asking the never-before-seen receptionist, “Hey, what happened
to ______?”
The new receptionist, Bea,
an older women who would later take me under her wing, gave it to me straight.
“_____ thought she owned the place and that she knew better than the boss how
things should be. Eventually he got tired and fired her.”
Lessons Learned—(1) I really do have a
keen sense of smell and (2) membership has its privileges. Respect the boss or
be prepared for your butt to hit the curb.
“It’s Time For You to Get a Job
Young Lady!”
Do you know why I
started working at sixteen? Because after learning that our local church had
received a grant to hire teens to assist elderly and home-bound people with
activities of daily living (ADLs) my parents told me I was getting a job. Did I
want that job (or any job)? Heck no. But that didn’t matter to my parents. So,
I got to working.
The job was supposed to
be limited to ten hours a week for ten or twelve weeks, but a funny thing
happened—as the weeks passed, most of the other kids dropped out of the
program! And that meant that I (insert diabolical laugh) was able to work as
many hours as the law allowed for several weeks beyond the expected program
ending date. And that was actually a blessing, because it turned out that I
liked earning my own money more than I’d thought I would.
Lesson Learned—When you’re willing to do what others aren’t, you’ll get the rewards
that others won’t.
“I Don’t Want to Fire Him, But I
Sure Wish He’d Quit.”
My husband and I were
saving to buy a house, and I’d picked up some part-time bookkeeping work in addition
to my full-time editorial job. My part-time employer, a small-business owner,
and I got along really well, and we used to chat about all kinds of stuff,
including her business. One day she told me about one of her employees, enough
of a problem to regularly get on her last nerve but not enough of a problem
that she cared to go through the trouble of firing him. When he finally did
quit, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Lessons Learned—(1) Sometimes managers are passive and will let you think you're doing a great job when really they want you to go. So, it's not good to take things for granted. Once in a while it might work to your advantage, like it did for Mr. _____, but you're just as likely to find yourself unexpectedly out of a job. (2) Don't be a passive manager! If a situation is so bad that you’re
praying your employee will quit, say something—to him—not your bookkeeper! Life
is too darn short, and there’s work to be done, people.
“The Thing Is, She Doesn’t Have
Much of a Life.”
It was my first “real”
job after college graduation, and it sucked. My
boss was crazy, and she was making me crazy, too. Finally, in desperation,
I approached her boss, the woman
who’d hired me, looking for some help …. any help.
And this is what I got.
“Lisa and I have been
friends for a long time. What you have to understand is that she doesn’t really
have a life outside of this office. She doesn’t have a husband or any children
… so what happens here is really important to her. I’m sure if you made
her feel needed, you’d get along better.”
I was twenty-one years
old, and even I knew that this here
was some bull. Right then and there I resolved to get the heck out that
madhouse. And a month later, I’d started a new job at another (slightly less crazy)
company.
Lesson Learned—Friendship and management don’t necessarily mix, especially when the
manager is an immature incompetent.
What about you? What
workplace-related lessons have you learned over the years?
