My Supervisor example essay topic

It was in the late fall of 1998, when I first met my supervisor, Miss Gisser. Judging her height without her awkward looking high heels, she appeared to be about four feet eleven inches tall and rugged as a farm wooden fence pole. I began to imagine her to be forceful and convincing, with a temperament of a ballistic missile. Direct with her approach, I could see her phony, bleached blond hair, which matched the stench of her moldy perfume.

When she finally left that late morning, she imbedded a lasting impression of one with a "Napoleon syndrome attitude". For example, Miss Gisser put forth an entirely different approach with our performance review, which resembled a carefully detailed masterful plan of Hitler's march to chaos. She said this is our new vision for the next ten years, as she boldly declared. When I questioned her, she became defensive and said either get on board as part of my team or look for another job.

In spite, I quickly realized, I had no chance to convince her otherwise as she asserted her answers with her squeaky intimidating voice, which left me feeling helpless as a newborn child must feel. With a slithering snake like movement about her, I felt she had magic eyes in the back of her head, watching me, as a night owl would do when seeking its prey to assassinate. Analyzing further, I was shocked to learn more about her senseless, cold hearted scheme, showing low producers will receive the higher merits, based on her so-called new ten-year vision of anarchy. Additionally, when I confronted her about my merit raise, she was adamant, and said, those backed by facts and data, will receive the least. Is this part of your new vision, I asked? Rumbling like a Sherman Tank, she made me feel insignificant.

Then, from that day fourth, she would purposely show up unannounced and at the most undesirable times, such as lunch, or the end of the shift. I had no doubt, with her at the helm; I was on a direct route into an emptiness of dark matter "no man's land". Struggling with Miss Gisser, I had become numb to all her trivial, petty rules over the past four years. Now, finally, at the end of her chaotic tour, I was ravished with honor, to see her transferred off her little throne; unfortunately, I was not so lucky with a hand-full of incompetent drones she recruited. To this day, it baffles me to think how big businesses can operate while rotating inexperienced supervisors continually through areas with little knowledge.

Is it true that its not what you no, but who you no, will get you to the top? The upcoming wannabe top brass would create less havoc if he / she looked at what works and listen to the right people rather than, those people who can gab their way through.