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Once upon a time a colleague went to work for another company because of the incredibly higher paycheck. When i talked to her six months later she told me she d

Once upon a time a colleague went to work for another company because of the incredibly higher paycheck. When i talked to her six months later she told me she didn't like the job at all, but it paid well. Her manager became pretty aggressive when she was one minute late for work only once. Only then she started noticing people were gone from the building within 30 seconds of the end of their shift. The job purely became a money thing. Nobody cared for each other. Just be on on time for your shift and get the hell out when your shift ended so you couldn't get forced into unpaid overtime by some manager. Zero happiness for eight hours a day. Yay for the money i guess?

squarefoot 5y ago
I experienced this at a couple places. At one in particular I was one of the many workers who clashed with an absolutely incompetent PM. This piece of ... even mobbed me during meetings, while pushing for me to join another project (with help from other execs in the company) because customers knew me and wanted me. That project was really interesting and really well paid, also at that company I made friends with a lot of people, some of them I still see today after over 20 years, but if I accepted I would send the message that it was ok to treat me as garbage like that. The indecision was literally ruining my health: I spent nearly 20 days at home with psychosomatic hemorrhoids, then one day I finally had the flash. "I quit - period". After I took that decision, in less than two days the hemorrhoids were gone. I went back to the workplace, gave them the 2 week notice and finished my duties. They did everything to convince me. No way. I spent the last evening there crying while hugging all the friends I had made there, although some already left for similar reasons; I didn't even have any job offers (not a big problem as it was well before the first dot com bust) but I didn't care: that was the best thing I could do. As for why a company would employ an incompetent PM like that? Because he was a shark, one of those useful manipulative figures who can easily tell lies to customers or push people into resigning without thinking twice. One day, some time after quitting, I paid visit to that company to see old friends and have lunch with them. Just guess who was the first person to call my name loudly, approach me with a huge fake smile and hug me. Yup, it was him. They're more common than we could think; if you have one nearby, be very careful.

squarefoot 5y ago

I experienced this at a couple places. At one in particular I was one of the many workers who clashed with an absolutely incompetent PM. This piece of ... even mobbed me during meetings, while pushing for me to join another project (with help from other execs in the company) because customers knew me and wanted me. That project was really interesting and really well paid, also at that company I made friends with a lot of people, some of them I still see today after over 20 years, but if I accepted I would send the message that it was ok to treat me as garbage like that. The indecision was literally ruining my health: I spent nearly 20 days at home with psychosomatic hemorrhoids, then one day I finally had the flash. "I quit - period". After I took that decision, in less than two days the hemorrhoids were gone. I went back to the workplace, gave them the 2 week notice and finished my duties. They did everything to convince me. No way. I spent the last evening there crying while hugging all the friends I had made there, although some already left for similar reasons; I didn't even have any job offers (not a big problem as it was well before the first dot com bust) but I didn't care: that was the best thing I could do. As for why a company would employ an incompetent PM like that? Because he was a shark, one of those useful manipulative figures who can easily tell lies to customers or push people into resigning without thinking twice. One day, some time after quitting, I paid visit to that company to see old friends and have lunch with them. Just guess who was the first person to call my name loudly, approach me with a huge fake smile and hug me. Yup, it was him. They're more common than we could think; if you have one nearby, be very careful.