My Favorite Boss
I have worked for a lot of jerks in my time in journalism, most of them men, most of those white and most older than me. There was my first job out of college with the sadist who used to bring his leather-boy friends to the office. When he allowed me to take the day after Thanksgiving off and then rescinded that after I had made family plans, he said I could take the day off but don't come back. I didn't. There was the editor of a weekly community paper who kept the police scanner on all the time, loud. When I turned it down he came out screaming. When I came back from getting a story from the police blotter about an elderly woman mugged in her building's elevator I wrote it, he read it and then called the woman as I sat across from him. Through a combination of fake sympathy, gile and pressure he got her to give him details, including of how she felt going through that frightening experience. I learned two things that day: Speaking to a person is better than getting a rep...