February 25, 2010

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During my time as a Sergeant in the Army, I dealt with many different types of managers. I'll save my favorite manager for a later blog post; but for now I want to share an experience I had with Seagull management.

As it happened, I was in a unit with a new Second Lieutanent (2LT), the kind that just graduated ROTC and thought his stuff smelled like roses. Having been in the Army for four years at this point, I knew just a little bit more about the happenings in my team than he did. That didn't stop him from behaving like a seagull, however.

Seagulls are nosey creatures. They fly in, see what they can mess with, poop everywhere, and leave.

That described this 2LT to a 'T'.

Generally he would do what officers were supposed to do (go to meetings), but then he'd also come back from the meeting and try to micro-manage every little detail of what we were about to do. In other words, he did my job for me.  Once he felt like he had meddled enough to assert his authority, he left us to pick up the pieces.

There is a special circle of hell for that behavior, and he was doing his damndest to drag us into it with him.  As the first-line supervisor of the team, it was my job to carry out his directives -- but once he meddled into the how, he made me little more than a glorified grunt. A really well paid grunt, but one nonetheless.

Seagull managers exist in Software development too, or in this DailyWTF story, just think of them as one of the three Bs.

 


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February 26. 2010 19:07
Phileosophos
I've only had one downright abusive manager in my life, and that's when I was a young man working at a car wash. That old SOB rode me constantly, in no small part because he didn't think much of me and didn't like me dating his cashier's daughter. I had been brought up with this downright stupid, misplaced, depression-era work ethic, one according to which you do what the boss says--no matter how stupid or outrageous--and count yourself lucky to have a job.

Over the course of some months he grew nastier and meaner toward me until one day, while I was busy polishing his truck (which we cleaned and polished every single day), he singled me out for a bit of special "attention". He actually picked up a hammer from a workbench, starting coming toward me, and waved it as he threatened to pound me a good lesson if my belt buckle scratched his paint.

And that was it. I wasn't going to take anymore. I threw down the buffer I was using, walked right up to him, and told him to take his best shot. Because he was going to get one before I gutted him where he stood. And by God I meant it, G. He's the only human being I can legitimately say I hated and thought about killing. And if he'd so much as twitched I'd have torn out his damned intestines and stuffed them down his throat before he died.

I think he saw it in my eyes too. He made some weak joke and walked away. And he never acted that way toward me again. I learned an important lesson that day, and I haven't let anyone abuse me since. I control my temper much better these days, but it sure was a valuable ally that morning.

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