Rap poet Fat Joe once said, “What’s love got to do with a little ménage?” Once upon a time, I thought I knew the answer to that question. I can answer that question now
In short: Hubris. The vast majority of start-up founders don’t have anything. They don’t have a skill set to market, they definitely don’t have a prototype product, so what are they actually doing? I have no idea. How they got off the ground? I have no idea either.
This is perhaps the hardest part of loving and living with someone who has any kind of MHI. They do things, driven by their condition, that they sometimes just cannot control. It might seem small, pointless and meaningless to you. It might seem like you just got your ass verbally beating for no damn reason.
The economy sucks. Nobody is hiring specialists. Nobody is hiring generalists. You now need a MASTERS DEGREE for an entry level position, in virtually any damned industry. Don’t get me started on the “fresh graduates encouraged to apply provided they have five years’ experience.” However, that’s not what I’m pissed off about. What I’m pissed off about is the job-hunting process from application to interview and beyond. Here’s why.
These bosses might have been good at a job, but they were clearly promoted based on how they did in that job, not whether or not they were suited to be in that management position that they now infect. Bad bosses create unhealthy, toxic work environments that are physically and emotionally draining, and mentally damaging.