This is a story about the Boss Grinch Who Stole Christmas, literally right out from underneath all his employees. You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
He was my LAST. BOSS. EVER. He is the reason why I am self-employed now, and will never ever be subjected to abuse again.
He started out so nice. My first Christmas there, we had a beautiful Christmas tree, fires in the fireplace, Christmas carols on the radio, Christmas presents, Christmas lunch, Christmas bonus, and a nice Honey Baked Ham to take home. Plus two paid weeks off, for which we were very grateful, as the vacation and holiday allowance was sparse.
By the time the second Christmas came around, the blush had faded from the rose a bit. I was starting to see his true personality come out. Good people fired for no good reason except they weren’t his yes men. Disrespect to the hourly employees. Ranting and raving in the office. Out of control political views. No Christmas tree. No Christmas lunch. No Christmas bonus. The managers bought the boss a very nice expensive. No gifts in return. We did receive the leftover Christmas wreaths, and got the paid two weeks off. The managers, including myself, still came in over the break to work as it was a very busy snow season.
The third Christmas was the final one. He was quickly spiraling out of control. The ranting and raving got the best of me, every day. There was total silence in the office, except for his screaming at me, a customer, the dog, whatever. Once again, No Christmas tree. I brought a small artificial tree in and plugged it in on the counter with an extension cord. Every day when I came into work, the extension cord would be gone. I would find another. Pretty soon I figured out that there was to be NO Christmas spirit and gave up and took the tree home. No Christmas songs on the radio. (I tried playing Christmas CD’s on my computer, but suddenly my CD drive was broken). No fires. No Christmas lunch. No Christmas bonus. No Christmas presents whatsoever. By this time the managers wised up and didn’t bother to buy him one. He begrudgingly gave us the two weeks off, only because he was going on vacation, but made it unpaid. The last day before break, he never even said Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, have a nice holiday, go fuck yourselves. Nothing. Nada. I did not go out of my way to go in over break to work, only when absolutely necessary.
That boss ruined my Christmas spirit for quite awhile. But with time I realized that HE was the problem, not me, and I shouldn’t let someone else force their negativity on me. He used to make fun of me for going to church, being Catholic and believing in the real reason for Christmas.
I only feel sorry for him now. Besides his girlfriend, who is just as delusional as him, he is basically alone in this world. His drove his family away years ago.
When I go to church this Christmas, I will pray for him.