The boss thought
he had fired me, but I got his boss to cram me back down his throat.
It took a year,
but he (the firing guy) got me in the end.
I brought it on myself. I tried it again -- using the “nuclear alternative” of going over my manager’s head – for a second time.
I brought it on myself. I tried it again -- using the “nuclear alternative” of going over my manager’s head – for a second time.
Take my advice: Don’t
do that. It doesn’t work.
This second round,
the manager lined up the political ducks, they stepped aside . . . and my
nine-year career in my first real job was over.
You’d think I
would have learned a real lesson, but I didn’t. Until 30+ years later.
In Scene II, older
but not yet wiser, I have taken a radical turn in my life. I am not a newspaper
editor/manager any more. Now I’m a consultant/trainer.
I’m doing role play
with employees of a high-tech company, and we’re working on managing conflict
situations. As we’re looking for subject matter, my ancient confrontation pops
to mind, and I offer it.
I describe the
scene, with the egotistical senior editor posing behind a large desk and the
infuriated young city editor (me) leaning in from the other side. At the back of the
office, three compliant older editors are lined up to serve as a silent chorus to
witness, disapprovingly, the fate of an insubordinate employee.