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The Boss From Hell

10/7/2017

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​A poor boss is an unparalleled curse. Sadly, such bosses turn up with unparalleled regularity.
 
The large European company where I started life had two layers of incompetence. The top English bosses understood nothing of India, neither its markets nor its direction, and did not care to. Their underlings, the top Indian bosses, were picked up, usually at elite clubs, from other large organizations, on criteria that had little to do with competence. The ability to drink, to wear smart clothes, to play golf or tennis, and to have known other bosses were what mattered most. To think, to analyze, to articulate a vision was of no concern. No surprise, duds as executives were a common hazard. If you had one as your boss, you could only pray for him to burst a blood vessel.
 
One memorable one I got was Apte. He could collect his four officers the first day and honestly say: I know nothing of this company and this job, please help me do it. We would have told him a few things, so that he could go to his bosses and tell them a few things and look good; and we would have kept the wheels running as before. No, he had to pretend he knew and understood everything, ask a myriad irrelevant questions, suggest ridiculous alternatives, and show us who was the boss. Now we had to do our work and carry the additional burden of a silly pretentious boss.
 
Apte had the cunning of an ignoramus and knew just how to cover up his ignorance. If there was a major problem, he would call me or another subordinate to his office and ask, with a great show of affability, “What do you think of this?” After picking our brain, he would write it up in a memo and take it triumphantly to his boss. Periodically, he cut his work short and asked us to write him a memo charting our ideas to solve the problem. We found out from his secretary that he would then get her to retype the memo, inserting his name for ours, and send it to the director.
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We soon developed counter strategies. I would say, “Hmm. This is a complex issue. Let me get back to you,” and then never get back to him, in spite of reminders. If forced to produce a paper, I would write a mediocre note, leaving out key points that I knew the director would expect from Apte. Or insert carefully crafted double entendres that Apte would be too dumb to notice but would set off a bomb with the much-smarter director. These stratagems were hard to conceive and harder to execute, and of course one could not repeat them endlessly without making Apte once-bitten twice-cautious. We were delighted that he could not just misappropriate our handiwork without periodically paying a price for it.
 
Apte loved not only displaying his position and power, but also diminishing the status of his subordinates. The moment he saw me negotiating with the President of a Japanese trading company or the Vice President of an American manufacturer, he had to barge in and say, “Let us meet for a couple of minutes before you leave.” The real purpose of those minutes would be to alert the person that he was the big boss and the subordinate really did not matter. When I now read management texts that pontificate that the superior’s mission is to ‘empower’ his subordinates, I remember the reality that Apte represented: most bosses labor valiantly to emasculate their juniors.
 
Apte ran into problems with other departments, when they found that the information or analysis he supplied them was dubious. His confidence in his judgment, he found, was no more shared by other executives than by his subordinates. They would refuse to consult him and barred him from their departmental powwows. The supreme example was the training program the human resources people ran for junior officers. I had spoken in the program a number of times, but Apte insisted with the organizers that, as a senior executive, he should be invited to take a crack. The new generation, however, had less patience with the trite homilies that Apte had culled from some book, and pointedly asked if he had ever discussed with millenials their problems and expectations. When the next cycle of the program came along, I again received an invitation and Apte’s interest was rebuffed.
 
I never found out with whom Apte got along, but I knew several business associates who were peeved by his abruptness and exasperated by his egotism. They complained he was eager to lecture and not to listen, and wanted his way at the expense of long-term mutual interest. In the months we worked together he never called the staff together to discuss how we could work better as a team. Certainly, I never heard him say to me or any colleague, “That is an excellent idea” or “Your suggestion is imaginative and I commend your ingenuity.”
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​I thought of him as an inept manager, lacking in both vision and empathy, but I had no reason to question his integrity. That supposition went south the day he came to the office with a large bundle of invitation cards and started handing them over to every company representative who depended on our organization for business. His wife was to have an exhibition of her paintings in an elite hotel rather than in a respectable gallery. I understood the choice the moment I arrived: the paintings were pathetically amateurish, quite unfit for public viewing, and no decent gallery would have agreed to display them. But the purpose had nothing to do with art; the company’s business associates bought practically all the paintings at ridiculously high prices. A journalist Apte plied with drinks through the evening even wrote a fawning review comparing Apte’s wife to Pissaro. Neither Apte nor his wife had ever heard of Pissaro, and I still wonder if the journalist had ever seen even a reproduction of Pissaro.
 
I left the company eventually and joined a larger corporation as a senior executive.
 
In a few years, the company that had been one of the largest and most prosperous of companies, commanding half the national market, steadily lost its market and reputation over a decade. It fell on its face from sheer waste and incompetence, and unbelievably went into liquidation. Tragically, ten thousand people lost their jobs. The only silver lining I could see was that Apte lost the well-paid job he should not have had in the first place.
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3/8/2019 09:36:51

Before I graduated from college, we had a seminar on how to handle different type of boss. I know that in reality, there are many people who enjoyed and overused their powers. I admire the speaker by that time because he is already a CEO on his business for his young age. There was a QandA portion of that time and I asked him if what is his secret for a successful business. He said that in order to make the company and sales growing, we should help the employees grow too.

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