You know it’s time for a new job when…

j0399350 For me it was when the president of the small family owned company I worked for had one of his female employees strut around the office wearing a bikini under the guise of “auditioning” to be the next model for one of our product lines. It was not only humiliating for the woman who did it, it was humiliating for the rest of us who had to sit there and watch it happen. Of course we were all young and dumb back then and no one even considered contacting the EEOC – which is what we should have done.

I’d like to say that was the worst “it’s time for a new job when…” story I had to tell, but sadly it isn’t. Coming in a close second was the government position where the office managers went around inspecting our legs to make sure we were wearing pantyhose. A not so distant third was the job where the boss never wore deodorant, rarely paid me on time and was absolutely clueless about anything remotely resembling management skills.

It happens to all of us. That one decisive moment when we know that no matter how long it takes, or how hard we have to work at it, we are getting out of dodge. After years of subtle and not so subtle abuse it can be something as little as a disparaging look delivered by a particularly bad boss, or a lack of a “great job” after you’ve just busted your hump on a major project, that sets you over the edge. It’s in that moment that you know, once and for all, that economy be damned, you are going to find a new job.

We’d like to hear your some of your best “It’s time for a new job when…” stories. Share them in our comment section or email them to denised@reallybadboss.com.  We’ll be sure to share them in a future post.

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  • Vanessa
    You know its time for a new job when...
    Your boxing on the WII and pretend the punches you are landing are job related.
    You need to set 3 alarm clocks to get up and a pep talk to get out of bed every morning.
    You start getting sad Sunday night at the thought of work.
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