“She told me my yeast infection was caused by having sex with my boyfriend. She says it is because we aren’t married.”
This horrifying declaration came from a previous co-worker whom I had recruited to work with me. She was a talented young woman with a good heart, a sweet little son, and a devoted boyfriend.
Our boss, the company’s owner, had her own talent–wheedling information out of you and then using it against you. Usually in the most painful ways.
I had come to work at her small, Christian company because she was looking to grow one division. That division happened to be my area of expertise. Over the next three years, I would grow the start up from a $60,000 per year after-thought to a $3,000,000+ efficient, revenue-producing machine.
When I’d first come to work there, I’d told the owner that my family was looking for a new church. She invited us to attend her church, where she was a deacon. It seemed to me this was a sincere invitation and my family accepted.
I loved that church. I loved the people at that church. I loved the music. I loved the programs. I loved the minister. Despite its strict doctrine, which my family worked hard to adopt and uphold, I loved it there. I still miss it.
We would soon spend many weekend afternoons with my boss and her family at their home, going over after church. They seemed sincerely happy and God-centered.
Then the polish wore off.
I don’t know if she’d always been this way, but my gut tells me she had been and just pulled the wool over my eyes so she could “convert me to Christ.” Self-aggrandizing. Above reproach. Ego-maniacal. Psychopathic. Focused on nothing but making money–even if it was a little crooked–and justifying it with her favorite saying, “You can’t outgive God. I tithe 20% of my income and God pours out the blessings to me.”
Human Resource standards didn’t apply to her. She once posted a sign in the women’s bathroom instructing ladies to flush before any solid matter hit the water to avoid making a smell. Nothing was out of her notice or comment: weight, stray mole hair, ugly sweater. It was a free-for-all for her to critique.
Despite her eccentricities, she kept talking about retiring. She promised, more than once, to make me President when she did. Then, I did something she didn’t expect: I got pregnant. On purpose. Without asking her first.
I thought it was best to have another baby before I had the responsibility of running the full company, which included three divisions. I worked up until the day before I had my daughter. I worked 60 hour weeks. One day, the server crashed and I couldn’t reach anyone, so I went in to reset it, despite the fact that my baby’s head was against a nerve and I had to drag my left leg up the stairs.
When I returned from maternity leave, I tried to discuss the President position with her.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. What promotion?”
“The promotion you promised me. President of your company. You said you wanted to retire next year.”
“I never said that.”
Oh. My. God.
I should have seen this coming. I had seen her turn on others for the tiniest infraction. She fired the Office Manager the day she returned from vacation after hearing a rumor that the Office Manager was considering quitting and starting her own business. She made the Vice President of another division apologize to all the office staff in a meeting because she had refused to sign the annual Medicare report–because the VP wasn’t convinced the accounting was correct (smart woman).
Her husband left her. One of her sons became a drug addict and stole his brother’s social security number to obtain credit. Her personal life began to crumble.
She decided to get an office cat. The kitten was at the vet getting neutered when she changed her mind and wanted an office dog. I said I’d take the kitten for my son, so we went by the vet to meet it on our way out of town for a family trip. My son was very excited.The next Monday, she announces she will have both an office dog and cat. Great. Now it is up to me to calm a crying 7-year-old with a different kitten.
When I look back at all the lives we had the opportunity to touch–we employed over 300 people, 99% of whom were women–it saddens me to think we could have been such a positive influence. A great example as a female business owner. A great example as Christians.
Instead, the chaotic environment in that office turned the example into a joke. The turnover of staff was through the roof. The men who worked in the office fought like bulls–I actually feared they would kill each other.
I decided to leave. I couldn’t take the constant fighting in the office and the lies upon lies and judgments upon judgments. When I gave my notice, she became downright evil.
Right before I left, out of pure curiosity and a desire to preserve a need for a reference, I secretly pulled my personnel file. I found a note in the file (back)dated for a year before. It said “I told Connie that she could not be President of my company because she had not been a member of my church long enough.” Guess she did have some HR sense. The joke was on her, though. She should have checked her calendar. She had dated the note for a Saturday, which was our Sabbath–a day that she absolutely forbid anyone to work.
Within a month of leaving, my husband and I got a mean, spiteful “anonymous” letter in the mail. It was easy to identify that it was from her. I called our pastor in tears. He was silent. I guess I forgot she had more money to tithe than I did.
A couple of years after I left the company, I got a call from a friend asking what the name of the company was that I used to work for. I told him and he said, “they were just on the news.” I ordered a videotape (this was long before the internet) and anxiously awaited its arrival. Sure enough, there she was, with her fat, Pendleton-clad behind, sneaking into the door of my old offices, shouting at the camera about how they were on private property. The news report was something about getting caught committing fraud.
I learned so many important lessons here. About not judging others. About not making promises you don’t intend to keep–even if circumstances change. About standing behind the people who have stood behind you through thick and thin. And about evil wearing the costume of Christianity.