An article in Psychology Today brought some memories of bosses I liked and some I didn't like at all.
One boss eventually got to be too much for me. She entered my office and was cussing and irritable, very little to do with me. I opened my drawer and took out my purse and without saying anything I started walking past her to the door. She turned and watched me walking and asked "Where are you going?" I answered "I won't work where someone talks like that to me. I quit".
Years later at a different job a boss basically told me to set someone up to get fired. She told me what she wanted me to do and to document it each time I was supposed to write up the employee. I refused to do it and found myself out of the good graces of my boss who was the manager of the firm. Oh well.
Ten years later I contacted that same company for a job to tide me over till I retired and management had changed there so I was optimistic about returning. The job I would be doing this time was not what I did previously. I would not be a supervisor, which was what I wanted. Not a lot of responsibility but just get paid to do my job. It turned out to be the worst experience with a boss of my entire working life. The boss was the cruelest, most dysfunctional of anyone I had been around. I had started attending meetings for codependency right before I started that job. I felt the need to increase the meetings to three a week to help get me through the destruction that went on in that place. My recovery was certainly being challenged each work day. I lasted a year and a half and then quit so we could move here.
The boss at my last job here in this town in Nebraska was the best boss ever. So when I retired a few months ago I said good bye to a wonderful person who encouraged the employees and was a natural leader. I miss her and I am thankful that my last work experience was with her.