When the Head and the Subordinate Clash: A Reflection on Bosses, Bitterness, and Broken Systems
What do you expect when you hate your boss, and the head in return hates you?
Total destruction.
What kind of destruction? Let me name it:
· Disturbing the whole administration
· Poisoning professional relationships
· Ruining personal happiness
· Haunting even your dreams in sleep
You develop a feeling of wanting to push that person into the deepest hell—and then run far away from it. But life is life. That person continues to exist, pestering you, objecting to everything you do, and saying all the things you least want to hear.
Seven Heads and Counting
I have worked under seven heads so far. I wonder how many more I will serve before I myself become a head. That thought alone is quite an atrophy to my spirit.
I have never liked to creep into someone else's life, and I never will. Some bosses were exactly as good as a head should be. Others were as bad as a snake—and I confess, I have a sense of senselessness whenever I see a snake.
Please note the point of writing this: I hold no personal grudge. I feel no envy of anyone's success. But having received ill-treatment from some bosses for no apparent reason, I am smeared. I carry those stains.
A Mother's Advice
When I joined my first job, my mother told me: "Whatever you do, do those things that please your heads."
That advice still lingers in my knotty head. But I keep asking myself: "What pleases me?"
And my mother was right. After seven years of working under different heads, I have reached a conclusion: Not everybody pleases the work itself. Rather, one must please the bosses. And in return, the bosses please the subordinates with opportunities and performance grades.
The Radical in Me
However, I am something of a radical. I choose to please my services and my customers, without much botheration about what the head thinks. Some heads clap for this. Others slap my face.
It is difficult to understand.
My colleagues advise me to follow the middle path—not too much, not too little. Just rickety-tick over. So-so kind of work. Some kinds of craps thrown to bosses to keep them happy.
But I feel there is no real destination for people who live that way. They are merely floundering. That is not hard work—that is soft lips. There becomes no distinction between the sincere and the insincere.
The World Belongs to the Head
In such a system, there is no world of your own. The world belongs entirely to the head. The head is the curry cooker—frying all kinds of vegetables in the same pot, regardless of their individual qualities. The head follows his or her own way, and every coworker must follow that rigid set of philosophies.
There is no growth.
It reminds me of a father who wants his son to become exactly like him. Only then does the father become happy. But meanwhile, the son has no extension of his own life. It is a reprobate death—a death without meaning.
The Sad Truth About Bad Bosses
It is sad to know that there are many bosses of this kind. I suspect that all their training in management and administration—all their certificates—do not count for anything when they lack the basic values of a true head.
I believe one responsibility of a leader is to admonish the troops who fall out of line—not to appreciate those who stray. I also believe a head should be an archetype of the place where he or she lives: broadminded, acceptable, committed, responsible. These are the qualities and principles that a true head should embody.
But from what I have seen and learned from my many heads, the reality has been absolutely contrary to these ideals.
The Pinch of Salt
Because of these so-called bogus heads, everything gets spoiled. The taste of a curry is made by the salt. The head is like a big pinch of salt—essential. But when this taste-adder plays tricks with subordinates, the whole dish becomes fishy.
I have witnessed incidents of bullying subordinates. Threatening to award lower points in final ratings. Even abusing minorities.
And blah, blah, blah...
The Final Question
After all these mistakes, we still say: "The head is always right."
But I have a question for the readers:
Is it one head that is always right—or many heads?
What do you expect when you hate your boss, and the head in return hates you?
Total destruction.
What kind of destruction? Let me name it:
· Disturbing the whole administration
· Poisoning professional relationships
· Ruining personal happiness
· Haunting even your dreams in sleep
You develop a feeling of wanting to push that person into the deepest hell—and then run far away from it. But life is life. That person continues to exist, pestering you, objecting to everything you do, and saying all the things you least want to hear.
Seven Heads and Counting
I have worked under seven heads so far. I wonder how many more I will serve before I myself become a head. That thought alone is quite an atrophy to my spirit.
I have never liked to creep into someone else's life, and I never will. Some bosses were exactly as good as a head should be. Others were as bad as a snake—and I confess, I have a sense of senselessness whenever I see a snake.
Please note the point of writing this: I hold no personal grudge. I feel no envy of anyone's success. But having received ill-treatment from some bosses for no apparent reason, I am smeared. I carry those stains.
A Mother's Advice
When I joined my first job, my mother told me: "Whatever you do, do those things that please your heads."
That advice still lingers in my knotty head. But I keep asking myself: "What pleases me?"
And my mother was right. After seven years of working under different heads, I have reached a conclusion: Not everybody pleases the work itself. Rather, one must please the bosses. And in return, the bosses please the subordinates with opportunities and performance grades.
The Radical in Me
However, I am something of a radical. I choose to please my services and my customers, without much botheration about what the head thinks. Some heads clap for this. Others slap my face.
It is difficult to understand.
My colleagues advise me to follow the middle path—not too much, not too little. Just rickety-tick over. So-so kind of work. Some kinds of craps thrown to bosses to keep them happy.
But I feel there is no real destination for people who live that way. They are merely floundering. That is not hard work—that is soft lips. There becomes no distinction between the sincere and the insincere.
The World Belongs to the Head
In such a system, there is no world of your own. The world belongs entirely to the head. The head is the curry cooker—frying all kinds of vegetables in the same pot, regardless of their individual qualities. The head follows his or her own way, and every coworker must follow that rigid set of philosophies.
There is no growth.
It reminds me of a father who wants his son to become exactly like him. Only then does the father become happy. But meanwhile, the son has no extension of his own life. It is a reprobate death—a death without meaning.
The Sad Truth About Bad Bosses
It is sad to know that there are many bosses of this kind. I suspect that all their training in management and administration—all their certificates—do not count for anything when they lack the basic values of a true head.
I believe one responsibility of a leader is to admonish the troops who fall out of line—not to appreciate those who stray. I also believe a head should be an archetype of the place where he or she lives: broadminded, acceptable, committed, responsible. These are the qualities and principles that a true head should embody.
But from what I have seen and learned from my many heads, the reality has been absolutely contrary to these ideals.
The Pinch of Salt
Because of these so-called bogus heads, everything gets spoiled. The taste of a curry is made by the salt. The head is like a big pinch of salt—essential. But when this taste-adder plays tricks with subordinates, the whole dish becomes fishy.
I have witnessed incidents of bullying subordinates. Threatening to award lower points in final ratings. Even abusing minorities.
And blah, blah, blah...
The Final Question
After all these mistakes, we still say: "The head is always right."
But I have a question for the readers:
Is it one head that is always right—or many heads?
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