The Struggle Of Dealing With Micromanagers

The Struggle Of Dealing With Micromanagers

It's not you, it's them!!

There is nothing more stressful than dealing with a micromanager for 40 hours a week.

For those who don't know the term, a "micromanager" is a supervisor that watches every move you make at your job and criticizes everything you do no matter how hard you try. Unfortunately there are thousands of these people in this world in supervisory positions. They are hired because they will do anything the company allows them to get away with in order to completely control their staff. Verbal abuse, humiliation, intimidation and threatening to fire on a daily basis are not below their moral standards. I worked for a micromanager for eight years.

I would come to work with a schedule in my mind of tasks that I wanted to accomplish that day. I would not even have my coat off and my supervisor would sabotage my schedule.She would ask me to do what SHE wanted me to do with no regard for what I considered to be important. She would ask me if I was done with my office work but then not allow me to be in the office or she would sit in the office and talk to me the entire time while I was trying to get my office work done.

Staff would consistently report one particular staff member whose patients consistently had bruises. I would state my concerns thinking that it would be investigated thoroughly. It would be ignored. My concerns always went by the wayside. The supervisor did not want me to get any positive recognition. The physical appearance of the garden boxes on the patio were the priority. Suddenly there was an immediate disciplinary action for the fact that the plants died due to the staff not watering them.The staff was too busy taking care of their patients. There were literally hundreds of incidents like this.

There is also extreme favoritism with working for a micro manager. In a field that is completely dominated by women, At my job, the males were favored. The males got the easier patients. There were lower expectations of them. The female staff were expected to have eyes in back of their heads at all times, while the male staff could talk on their cell phones. I was actually told that we "needed some testosterone to shake things up" when I asked why two males were hired when there were so many qualified female candidates interviewed for the same jobs. One of the men was an average worker. He would complete his tasks until the supervisor left for the day then he would go outside to talk on his cell phone leaving all of his patients to the female staff member that was on his shift.

The patients liked him but the liked all of the other female staff just as much. He was constantly praised for his performance My supervisor actually cried when he put his resignation in. I never saw her cry over anyone else.Meanwhile, I was highly praised by every family member that came to visit the patients and I was never acknowledged for that. Whenever someone came in that my supervisor liked, she would interrupt my conversation with them immediately and tell me to get back to work even though it was in my job description maintain a good rapport with visitors.

The only solution that I have for those working with a micromanager is to quit. They will never change no matter how well you do the job.

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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