Bosses who insist on micromanaging their employees will NEVER make sense to me. If the work gets done, who cares how it happened?
And then you have to listen to this person, who is most definitely not as smart as you are, and do what they say? Oh, do NOT sign me up.
u/GrannyNugs recently shared a story of malicious compliance at work that had me howling. Let’s check it out.
OP got a little promotion that was really theirs and theirs alone, a new position created just for him or her.
Hoping this goes here but it made me chuckle when I remembered it today so hopefully you will find it humorous as well Many moons ago, I was newly promoted. I went from worker bee to just above worker bee, not a manager, no direct reports or anything but I did interact with them frequently. Checked in to see how their tasks were coming along, offered help and guidance where I could. It was a newly created position so I got to make it my own.
The job included analyzing reports that was both time-consuming and required in a rush, so to manage to workload, OP started to put a “do not disturb” sign on the back of their chair. It was fine…
Part of the job was analyzing reports. I’m talking the old dot-matrix printed, green bar reports with tiny fonts. I also got frequent project requests from higher-ups and of course, everything was a rush. So occasionally I would put a sign on the back of my chair to the effect of “project work in process, please do not disturb.” Most people respected it and if you really needed help with something I would pause and help you.
… until it wasn’t. OP got a new boss and she didn’t like the sign. She told HER boss and was told to ditch the sign. Without a great solution offered…
Then we got a new director who told his direct report (my boss’ boss) this was unacceptable, then she told my boss who rolled her eyes and told me. I said certainly and then asked if that meant I was going to have extended deadlines since it was impossible to concentrate while being constantly interrupted. Of course that was a no.
OP booked themselves a private conference room, their own little office, and never had to bother helping anyone else again.
So little old me immediately started booking time in the smallest conference rooms I could find, never on my floor, gave the “meeting” some bullshit title. Then if I finished early I’d spend the rest of the “meeting” surfing the web or whatever because fuck you John and fuck you Amanda. I still got my work done on time and now I get to shop on your dime so thanks for that.