update: my new coworker is the guy who naked-manned me on a Zoom date

It’s “where are you now?” month at Ask a Manager, and all December I’m running updates from people who had their letters here answered in the past.

There will be more posts than usual this week, so keep checking back throughout the day.

Remember the letter-writer whose new coworker was the guy who naked-manned her on a Zoom date? Here’s the update.

The theme of this company for me has been “What is wrong with the men?”

In terms of the Naked Manning Coworker, I took your advice and played ignorant. I ended up having lunch with him during my second week, in order to not make waves. At the time, my manager was really pushing the local team to meet up occasionally, so there was pressure to go to lunch or tell my manager why I didn’t want to. I opted to keep it to myself and go to the planned lunch. Aside from Naked Man standing far too close while we waited in line to order lunch, I was able to maintain a cool but professional attitude throughout the hour-long lunch. Thankfully, he didn’t say a word about knowing me in any capacity, though I got the sense he very much knew by some curious phrasing and comments he made.

Now, you might be wondering, what is it with this theme? At the time, I didn’t have a good read on my manager or the team dynamics. Then, after a couple months, my manager made a series of comments that still leave me a bit stunned.

Some of the comments:

  • On a project call, I was quiet and not really contributing. Out of nowhere, my manager said to me, “You can’t think like you, Ms. Pride and Prejudice on your shelf. You need to consider our teapot making customers and what they would want.” (as a note, I’ve been a teapot marketer for 10+ years).
  • I managed to get tickets to a VERY popular artist at the last minute and was super excited about the experience. It was truly once in a lifetime for me. He joined a call late as I was sharing the experience with my peer and promptly interjected with, “So it was just you and a stadium of teenage girls” and “we pay you too much if you can afford to go see VERY popular artist.”

Ultimately, I ended up confronting the comments head on with him, stating they made me worry about whether I was respected or could trust him due to the nature of the comments. Naturally, he stated they were jokes and that he thought I knew they were jokes. During the resolution of this situation, he was quite flustered and really wanted to make it clear that I could trust him. In response, I let him know the reason I was evaluating whether he could be trusted by sharing the Naked Man story with him. After being rather stunned, he thanked me for sharing and said he would take that into consideration when assigning projects and travel for the team.

True to his word, I didn’t have overlapping work or travel with the Naked Manning coworker and got to keep my distance aside from some team calls here and there. My manager has also been far more respectful since I confronted him. The Naked Manning coworker was recently impacted by layoffs, so I no longer have that particular situation hanging over my head. I feel a bit guilty about being relieved, but it definitely was a weight lifted knowing I had one less poorly behaved man to deal with daily at work.

update: my employee wants more praise but he’s not doing a good job

It’s “where are you now?” month at Ask a Manager, and all December I’m running updates from people who had their letters here answered in the past.

Remember the letter-writer whose employee wanted more praise but wasn’t doing a good job? Here’s the update.

First, thank you and the commenters for your advice. I have been reading your column since 2008 and still learn something new every day and you have the best commentariat.

Your reply had me really reflecting on my approach to managing this employee and his fit for the job. I realized that some of my negativity may have been coming from some personality conflict so I began by making sure I made a conscious effort to remove that bias. Then, I took a really hard look at whether I really thought he could be successful in the role. Unfortunately, it looked more and more like it wasn’t a good fit (for us or for him) and we started documentation to possibly move toward transitioning him out of the role. Ideally, we were hoping to find another role for him within the organization since this really was about the role being a fit for his skill set and strengths and we didn’t want to lose a good employee.

While that was going on though, I worked to identify and give him regular positive feedback in addition to setting clear expectations for areas that needed improvement. And he did improve. He started taking more initiative and while things didn’t seem to come easily to him, he worked very hard to learn the areas that were new to him and increase his capacity for the things required by the role. Unfortunately, some external factors required that we change the nature of the role and he no longer met the new requirements. We weren’t able to find a different position for him so it looked like we were going to have to eliminate the position as it was and let him go. But, as I suspected through the whole process, he clearly felt it wasn’t working out and he found a new position before any of that happened.

I am glad for that outcome and grateful for the things I learned from the experience and your advice. It prompted me to think much more critically about my management style and I genuinely regret that I probably contributed to making work a more stressful place for him. I hope (and believe) he is happy in his new role and that I’ve improved as a manager.

update: I poured all my time into helping an employee … and I’m so discouraged by how it ended

It’s “where are you now?” month at Ask a Manager, and all December I’m running updates from people who had their letters here answered in the past.

There will be more posts than usual this week, so keep checking back throughout the day.

Remember the letter-writer who had poured all their time into helping an employee and was discouraged by how it ended? Here’s the update.

Reading the submission now nine months later, I can see that I was too personally invested/emotional about the whole situation, which many readers (rightfully) picked up on. Even still, so many readers were kind and thoughtful, and encouraged me not to get jaded as I continue in managing people in my career.

I took your advice about spending significant energy on hiring the right person for the role, and spent an exhausting six months hiring someone for the job. We had many candidates that probably would have been “fine,” but I didn’t want to repeat the cycle of over-managing someone who was just not the right fit for the role which, ultimately, was the crux of Wanda’s issues; she had many strengths but this job was not the right one for her. Even though the search was long and somewhat tedious, I also got to spend a lot of time covering for the role, and learning the parts that could use fixing, seeing which areas might need more managing, and streamlining some processes that were set up long before I arrived for the new person when they started.

Happily, we did hire a person who has been a great fit for the job, and who has exceeded every goal or standard set thus far. In fact, it appears she’s even become bored in the role, and now I get to approach a new management challenge of helping someone upskill in the workplace. This in and of itself has made me more confident; the tension in the role was more a Wanda issue than a me issue. However, my insecurities about the whole situation still creep in, and I sometimes find myself second guessing management decisions I make — am I overdoing it if I check in on this project? Are they feeling unsupported if I don’t? I hope with time and the right people I’ll continue to gain confidence and strike the right balance of it all. I’ve taken a lot of opportunities to learn from and observe the great managers in my own workplace, and to reflect on the good managers I had — especially the ones I had when I was in the entry-level admin role I now manage.

Just want to say thank you again to all the kind commenters who boosted my spirits and said “been there, done that.” Thank you also for posting my question so that I could get some very valuable feedback from people not as close to the situation as me!

update: 2 temps accused me of bullying

It’s “where are you now?” month at Ask a Manager, and all December I’m running updates from people who had their letters here answered in the past.

There will be more posts than usual this week, so keep checking back throughout the day.

Remember the letter-writer who was accused of bullying by two temps (#2 at the link)? Here’s the update.

I have a doozy of an update!

I pushed back on the temp agency and set expectations regarding the skills we needed, and the next three temps lasted the remainder of our need for temps. We tried really hard to find them other positions within our company but the timing was terrible. I’ve stayed in touch with all three and provided a glowing recommendation back to the temp agency. I’ve also been a reference a few times as they’ve applied for positions outside of the temp agency. I was able to refer one to an administrative job at the local college, one was able to use the training to work for another company in our area that is a similar business, and one ended up moving back home to take care of family but has my contact info if they come back to the area.

The multiple-paragraph text message attacking me is now part of my company lore! It gets told to office new hires and has made its way around the company and the general response has been that people were stunned that she acted that way and felt that way about me. I’ve had people from the chief level and down seek me out to tell me they enjoy working with me, I’m an asset to the company, or something similar.

I really really appreciate the commenters who realized I was seeing everything through a pregnancy lens and gave me grace.

That all sounds bland, right? Here’s the doozy part — the stress at work plus a stressful issue at home (now resolved) combined with getting the flu sent me into labor at 27 weeks (roughly six months). I spent two days in the hospital trying to prevent labor and then had an urgent C-section. My company did all the things we hope a company would do! I had one coworker who volunteered as the designated contact and people at all levels of the company were checking in with her during the two days. I of course went on immediate FMLA leave during the last year of the month which is terrible timing for my responsibilities. I’d been working with my team to cover my leave but had fully expected to be there during year-end and Audit so not covered as much in those areas.

My team stepped up and did FABULOUS! My boss recognized their work and gave them raises. By the end of December my baby had stabilized in the NICU and I came back temporarily to work as otherwise I would have used all my leave before he was expected to be released closer to his due date in March.

I came back to work dealing with a baby in the NICU, a toddler at home who didn’t understand why both parents were never home at the same time anymore, PTSD from the whole situation, and some serious PPD/A. The first two weeks were extremely rough and I would burst into tears for no reason. I didn’t work a full day that entire month and no one blinked an eye. In fact, my team helped me not get pulled into things towards the end of the day so I could always leave early to get to the NICU. My same designated contact coworker tried to intercept people to give them updates for me too. About two weeks in, I had another check-up with my doctor and agreed to medication help (I had turned it down previously as I was so worried about passing anything to the baby as super tiny babies can’t have formula).

We made it through the audit and honestly, it was probably the best one ever. I went back on leave in mid-March with just one thing pending and a team I knew could handle it. Additionally, my company stepped up and paid me what short-term disability would have paid had I not returned to work temporarily. The next day (two days before the baby came home from the hospital), I fell and broke my foot so I was juggling my own healing with a newborn and we learned to get around on wheels. I’m including a link to the video my company did in March when we were asked to be this year’s March of Dimes “My Company” Family and pictures of when baby was born, when baby came home, and baby now so Alison can confirm for you all that baby is adorable, growing, and all good!

(Alison here: I can indeed confirm that the baby is adorable, growing, and all good!)

what’s your company doing for the holidays this year?

What’s your company doing for the holidays this year?  Party on a boat that you can’t escape from and which will produce a confrontational email the following Monday? Potluck with questionable contributions? Swanky hotel party complete with lines of coke? Covid super-spreader event?

Please share in the comment section!

new employee asked me our policy on dating supervisors, boss told me “sorry isn’t good enough anymore,” and more

I’m on vacation. Here are some past letters that I’m making new again, rather than leaving them to wilt in the archives.

1. New employee asked me our policy on dating supervisors

I’m the manager at a branch location of a family owned retail garden center. I wanted to ask if you had any advice a situation that I came across recently involving a candidate who I had decided to hire. He was very friendly during the interview, answered all my questions, seemed qualified and even sent a thank you note. Then, on his first day, right after he turned in his paperwork he asked what the company policy was for employees to date their supervisors.

I was totally creeped out and told him that it was not allowed. That’s not necessarily a company-wide policy but he was absolutely giving the impression at this point that he wanted to ask me out. I guess the saving grace of this is that he only lasted for another four hours and then quit because the job turned out to be “more physically demanding than he expected.” But what would be your advice for handling a situation with an employee who shows a red flag right after the hiring process is completed?

Make it clearer in the moment that the question is wildly inappropriate. You answered it as if it were any other question about company policies, rather than the gross, out-of-line statement that it was. I don’t blame you for that; it’s hard to have a perfect answer in the moment when you’re so taken off-guard. But you could have said, “I’m sorry, what?” or “Why are you asking that?” followed by, “I’m having trouble understanding this question as anything other than wildly inappropriate.” Followed by keeping a really close eye on him, because someone who does this is usually someone who’s going to have loads of other problems too (as you saw later that day).

Frankly, it’s so wildly inappropriate and indicative of other likely problems that it also wouldn’t have been unwarranted to revisit the question of whether you’d made the right hire (had he not taken care of that for you a few hours later).

2015

Read an update to this letter here (#5 at the link).

2. My boss told me “sorry isn’t good enough anymore”

I have been at my job for about 14 months, and I was a temp here for six months before that. I feel like in the last few months, I have had a major screw-up like clockwork, once a month. Today my boss said, “Sorry isn’t good enough anymore. We don’t know what to do. We need something more from you.”

Last month, I came clean and admitted to them that I have been dealing with anxiety and ADHD issues that I am seeking treatment for (I know it was a huge risk divulging that information, but it was worth it). Today I sent an email to my bosses apologizing again and letting them know I am following a series of “checklists” to keep track of everything. I noted that when I do follow these, my work is considerably better.

I am at a loss as to what to do. How can I stop making screw-ups? How do I get out of my own way? How can I do damage control with my bosses?

Well, it sounds like you’ve figured out that checklists help dramatically — so use those religiously. Beyond that, it’s hard to give specific advice without knowing the nature of the work you’re doing and the nature of the mistakes. If they’re about attention to detail (which it sounds like might be the case), you can also try slowing down, double and triple checking your work, and finding more ways to incorporate checklists.

But I’d also take your boss’s statement as a sign that you don’t have a lot more rope here, or more time — so whatever you can figure out to do, make sure you’re really committing to it. (Sorry if that goes unsaid — something about your statement that when you use checklists, your work is much better made me worry that you’re not being as serious about them as you should be. If I’m wrong, ignore me and carry on.)

2014

3. Would it be unreasonable to block people from walking through my office?

I’m the manager of a medium business, with 15 full-time and 6 part-time employees in addition to myself. Our building has just been renovated, and it has changed the layout a lot. Three doors now lead off the foyer: the bathroom, the hallway to the general work areas, and my office. The trouble is that our new break room is where an old storeroom used to be, with one door leading into a work area and the other directly into my office.

Staff will walk through my office on arrival to get to the break room, or will walk through to get to the bathroom in the foyer, instead of taking the longer way around. It’s distracting, and potentially presents problems when I’m working with confidential information. I’ve tried locking this door from my side, but people will simply walk through and let themselves in, leaving it unlocked behind them. Worse, it’s not uncommon for staff to simply knock on the door for me to let them through. It seems as though every time this comes with an apology, or a “this is the last time, promise!” so it’s clear the staff know that it’s a problem.

Is it unreasonable to block the doorway completely, such as pushing furniture in front of it, or am I being unreasonable in expecting the door to remain closed and asking staff to walk through a work area on breaks to use the bathroom?

It’s reasonable not to want people to use your office as a thoroughfare to get somewhere else; that’s distracting and can break your focus. It makes sense to just block off that door entirely, by putting a bookcase or desk or something in front of it so it can’t be opened — basically, turn it from a door into a wall. That’s sometimes the only way to solve this kind of thing, because the temptation otherwise does seem too great for people to resist.

2016

4. My friend is upset that I didn’t tell her that I was interviewing for a job on her team

I just started a new job today at a highly competitive company where a social acquaintance also works. We’re not BFFs by any stretch of the imagination, but we used to meet up about twice a month for different social outings (movies, dinners, BBQs, etc.). I’ve only known this person for about 18 months and we get along well but, again, we aren’t attached at the hip and I wouldn’t share my secrets with this person.

I had been interviewing for two positions in her department over a period of two months before I received an offer. After one of the interviews, I ran into her on my way out the door and she asked me if I was interviewing and I told her it was an “informal interview.” I said this because I didn’t want to jinx the interviews, but also I wanted to curb her prying. A few weeks after this had happened, she stopped talking to me completely. She even cancelled on a social outing that someone else had invited her to (she texted me to tell the host) and when I got engaged, she never said congratulations. I got the job offer shortly after she started giving me the silent treatment and didn’t really tell anyone besides my family members.

Fast forward to today, I had finished my first day and we got into the elevator together and she passive aggressively started talking about my lack of disclosure about the job. She also told me she had known for a while that I had accepted the job and that I had various opportunities to tell her about it. Am I wrong for not telling her or anyone who works at this company? Also, if she was aware that I had accepted the job, why didn’t she reach out and congratulate me?

Yeah, it’s pretty weird that you didn’t tell her that you were interviewing with her company, and especially with her department. Usually people share that kind of thing in the hopes that the person will put in a good word for them, or just because it would be odd not to acknowledge it. And it’s definitely weird that you didn’t tell her that you were joining her team once you were hired! This is someone you know well enough to go to movies and dinners with; it’s strange to show up at their workplace one day as their new coworker without any mention of it earlier. (No judgment! I am weird all the time.)

She’s handling it badly too — giving you the silent treatment is immature and petty. She should have just reached out and congratulated you. But I’d suggest just telling her that you’re sorry that you didn’t say anything and realize now that you should have. If you can explain why you didn’t (other than “I wanted to curb your prying”), that would probably help too.

2015

updates: coworker said I can’t eat at my desk, enneagrams in hiring, and more

It’s “where are you now?” month at Ask a Manager, and all December I’m running updates from people who had their letters here answered in the past. Here are four updates from past letter-writers.

1. My lying coworker claimed someone said I couldn’t eat at my desk

I’m the letter writer with the low-stakes question about etiquette for eating breakfast at my desk in a shared office.

I really appreciate Alison’s thoughtful answer and everyone who took the time to comment! Many people said that I should have stood up to my coworker, which in theory I’m sure is what I should have done. However, in hindsight, that entire office — and that coworker in particular — was incredibly toxic and had really warped my views of what was or wasn’t normal in a professional environment.

My officemate was a bully, and upper management consistently let him get away with terrible behavior, such as:
– Flying into rages and regularly breaking phones, keyboards, even computer monitors (to the point where another colleague put fake tombstone “RIP” post-its on all his office supplies when he had a bad day, since everyone knew he would break something)
– Driving recklessly around our parking lot on his motorcycle without a helmet (illegal in our area)
– Smoking out the office window instead of actually going outside
-Skipping meetings or training sessions that were required for the entire staff
– Making sexist comments about other employees, clients, or suppliers
– Coming into work visibly (and odorantly) drunk, then turning off his phone and taking a nap at his desk

Because he was such a high performer, our director turned a blind eye to his behavior, and it went on for so long that we all (and me in particular, since I worked closely with him) lost touch with the fact that it was totally out of line.

Things finally came to a head a few months after the breakfast incident. My coworker decided he didn’t like something I said to one of our junior coworkers, stood up, slammed his hands on my desk, and screamed at me for about two full minutes. He called me all sorts of names, insulted me personally and professionally, and threatened me. As soon as he stopped I went to our director and our HR person and asked for him to be officially disciplined, but they both just shrugged and said, “Well, that’s how he is, we all know it.” When I said this was unacceptable, our HR person offered me a different job in a different department — with a slight raise, but a role I was not trained for, had no interest or experience in, and with significantly more travel.

I handed in my resignation the next day, got a nice severance package, and started a (much better!) new career just six weeks later. I wish I could say I never looked back, but I still look back ALL the time (my letter to AAM is proof of this), wondering how much of the conflict was my fault, if I could have stood up for myself better, if I could have behaved differently, etc.
It’s really disheartening to think about how lasting the impact of a toxic work environment can be, but I’m glad that there is a supportive community like this one to help.

2. Using enneagrams in hiring

I am the one who wrote in about using enneagrams for hiring. The coworker who brought it up also wanted us to take the test and discuss it in our next staff meeting. I brought up my concerns to our manager about it being a strictly Christian practice. She was a little alarmed and said we wouldn’t be doing that. I wasn’t so much worried about doing it in the staff meeting — I was more worried about her or grandboss thinking it could be used in actual hiring. We have a pretty robust DEI system, but many people have not heard of enneagrams. I was concerned that they would think it was a “fun” way to hire a cohesive team and not realize they were basically pushing a religious system on applicants. Thank you for validating my concern that this was not a good idea and that it should never come up in an interview.

3. How can I get used to cube life again?

Thank you so much to all the commenters who had great ideas for cube life! I ended up moving buildings and am now seated next to a window (yay!) that I think my boss advocated for. I did end up getting a plant that is looking extremely luscious after a few months of hanging out in my window and I have started regularly going to the gym at lunch (which isn’t located in my building, unfortunately- I pay for it separately but it’s really worth it.) Getting exercise in the middle of the day makes me feel like I’m “using” my downtown time productively and getting a little more tired makes sitting at a desk for the afternoon more bearable. I also go for walks to get some fresh air and have made a few work friends who are a real godsend- just having someone else to go chat with for a few minutes really brightens the day. I also bought new work clothes that are comfortable and fashionable (my old clothes were kind of dated) and that makes it more fun to get dressed up to go in.

Now that I’m more settled in New City, I’m looking for a job with better flexibility and a better culture. The strict in-office requirement in this case is definitely a symptom of an old boys club work culture that isn’t very welcoming to women or anyone who’s not a senior executive, which is most of my awesome team. My team has quietly revolted in our various locations and takes way more illicit WFH days than we are allocated including some half days here and there finishing the day WFH. TBD how long we can keep up this secretive balancing act- I’m fairly certain over half my team will quit if we are held to the WFH restrictions to the letter.

4. Will it look bad to skip my former boss’s retirement party? (#3 at the link)

Thanks so much for answering my question about not attending my former boss’s retirement party.

I did not attend the party and followed your advice regarding having a “scheduling conflict” if anyone asked me whether I was going. (Only a couple of people did actually ask, and I received no pressure or even so much as a raised eyebrow.) I feel great about my decision and I appreciate the support from so many of your readers via the comments section.

I did, however, partake in my own private “good riddance” celebration at home last weekend by watching the movie “Renfield”: a hilarious depiction of escaping a toxic relationship with the most narcissistic boss of all time (Dracula). It was just the catharsis I needed.

updates: employee is lying and falsifying records, the out-of-tune guitar, and more

It’s “where are you now?” month at Ask a Manager, and all December I’m running updates from people who had their letters here answered in the past. Here are four updates from past letter-writers.

There will be more posts than usual this week, so keep checking back throughout the day.

1. HR doesn’t want me to fire an employee for lying and falsifying records

I took your advice — particularly the last sentence of it — and I’m no longer working at that organization.

My employee admitted to making the change and lying about it. My manager agreed that we should let them go immediately, but HR insisted on a PIP. There were other performance issues to point to, so I didn’t have to have only a goal of “don’t lie.” Unfortunately, shortly before the scheduled end of the PIP, I caught a major judgement error and, due to that and a lack of progress, we let the employee go.

Interestingly, shortly after this experience, another employee was let go after making a single mistake — no dishonesty involved, and no PIP.

This issue was indicative of others across the organization. Essentially, I was disempowered from doing my job through micromanagement and a lack of information. I ramped up my job search after this experience and started a new position this fall.

2. I play in a church band and the director’s guitar is always out of tune (#2 at the link)

Because it’s the “where are you now” time of year at AAM, I thought you (and the followers of the blog) might find it interesting to hear the resolution to the bizarre out-of-tune guitar situation that I previously emailed in about:

Basically, I found an opportunity to speak to someone with more authority about the situation (the person who manages the worship and music teams), and she
advised me that the band director would be spoken to. I walked away slightly unsure, but after a short period of time the director showed up with a new electric guitar, which to my surprise seemed to resolve the issue. At first I had thought the tuning issue could be simply a lack of awareness, but now I think it was largely a quality issue with the first guitar, which was relatively inexpensive. I really do appreciate all the work the director does, and with the removal of the offending instrument, we’re in a pretty good position now.

Thanks to Alison and the comments section for your advice!

3. My office told me to pump in the bathroom (#3 at the link)

I just wanted to say thank you!

Accommodations were quickly made for me after I sent an email citing the law and cced my boss. HR is new and wrote that email without actually consulting anyone else and was also really wrong about what he told me.

Management contacted me to inform me that the policy has always been to accommodate people in my situation with a clean, private office and apologized profusely that I was told otherwise.

Not sure what happened to HR since I’m not in the office, but I haven’t heard from him since.

4. Can I ask a high-level exec to stop using the one gender-neutral bathroom?

While I got a bit raked over the coals in my initial post, it was a good reminder about other invisible disabilities beyond my own. The building was poorly set up to accommodate folks but that was out of my hands.

In retrospect, the washroom issue was just a big sign of how undervalued and invisible I felt to where I was working … plus some pretty substantial frustrations over having worked from home the first few years of the pandemic but being forced back in and having my accommodation claim to work from home more often denied. In December 2022, I interviewed for a new role in my university in a fully different department and got the job! I got a raise, I work from home 4/5 days a week (5/5 if I’m possibly contagious). PLUS I work with people who actually work hard to use my pronouns, some even gently correct each other even if they don’t know I’m in earshot. And for a bonus, the two washrooms are twice as close as last job and both are gender neutral. It’s not perfect because no job can be, but it’s a pretty amazing improvement over where I was when I wrote in. I really appreciate reading all the great advice from Alison and the commentariat, this is one of the few websites I’ve kept up with for quite a few years now.

the abundant shrimp, the resentful Oreos, and other stories of holiday madness at work

Here are 18 of my favorite stories you shared about holidays at work over the past month.

1. The affair

“I wasn’t at this particular outing, but a married ex-team member who had moved to a new team just before Christmas had been invited with his new team on their Christmas outing.

The ex-team member described in detail to his friend (in our very public shared tea room) that he had got off with a member of his new team at the Christmas outing. Afterwards he realized that his new manager had witnessed his indiscretion and he decided that the best thing to do was send a meeting request to his manager and coworker to discuss ‘their situation.’ He could not understand why both had quietly declined the meeting. He then ranted about how his manager had quietly informed him that consensual relationships between peers were none of her business, but if either employee had concerns they needed to be raised through the proper channels.

As the icing on the cake, he ended by giving a detailed account of how he had phoned his mom to ask if he should tell his wife about the affair and that they had decided together that it would only hurt her feelings.

He has since left the company, citing that his new team had had an odd atmosphere.”

2. The erotica

“We did a white elephant gift exchange at my old job, and I always kind of resented being roped into these things. So when it became clear everyone had to take part I took a look around my house for something I could regift. I found a nice hardcover book that I had bought based on the description but didn’t like the writing style of so I only read a chapter or two and stopped.

I wrapped it up nice and brought it to the gift exchange. When one of coworkers ended up opening it, her eyes bugged a bit and she blurted out, ‘Someone brought porn.’

Everyone laughed it off, and apparently the book was part of a series of erotica and I had no idea when I brought it around. Suffice to say, I kept my lips sealed about being the one who brought it and no one ever brought it up again.”

3. The oysters

“Before I was married to my husband, he worked for a small law firm and the owner/equity partner threw a lovely holiday party at one of the many clubs he belonged to. The man went all out every year! Seriously: think open top-shelf bar, gigantic surf and turf entrees, multiple passed apps for a party of maybe 10-15 people.

One year he decided to offer a raw bar. I was excited, since I love oysters and shrimp cocktail, but was prepared for enough to feed the small gathering.

When we arrived, there was a large table with an abundant display of all sorts of oysters, clams, crab, shrimp, lobster, etc. … with all of the accoutrements. Out of a party of 12, only three of us enjoyed anything on the table other than shrimp.

So I posted up next to the table with another spouse – one of the only people who would eat anything off the table – and ate literally between 80 and 100 oysters. It was over the course of a few hours, but from then on, I was known as the girl who ate 100 oysters.

I will never again experience a night of 100 oysters (and about 5 gin gimlets) because shortly after the party, the firm closed as the owner decided to retire.”

4. The tea bag

“Secret Santa at OldJob last year. Resident odd bird coworker drew me. We give a list of three inexpensive things we’d like. I listed socks and tea. He gave me a tea bag. One. From our office kitchen.”

5. The revenge

“A coworker at a place I used to work at got fired shortly before Christmas. On the day of the holiday party, while all the remaining employees were at the restaurant, she snuck into the office and glued all the mugs in the break room to the floor.”

6. The surprise

“In a previous life/career, I worked in a regional office in Texas supporting salespeople in seven southern/southwestern states. One year, our region had an in-person sales meeting that coincided with the holiday season, so our manager thought it would be a good idea for the salespeople (all from out of town/state) to mix and mingle with our office staff socially at a well-known Texas chain restaurant. Plus-ones were encouraged for our office staff, though of course our sales folks did not have their spouses or SOs with them. Of the five office staff, three of us brought our known significant others, one person came solo, and our office assistant, T., who I loved dearly and who was also a little rough around the edges, brought a person none of us had ever met and who looked like he had literally time traveled in from Lonesome Dove or was the long-lost brother of Sam Elliott, complete with cowboy hat and duster coat. He spoke zero words to anyone. An hour or two into the event, I found myself sitting with my spouse and a couple of our sales folks, all of us a few beverages in, and someone finally asked, ‘So, T, who’s this?’ because it was getting awkward that this one individual was such a mystery to us all, and there were only about 20 people there total!

T calmly replied, ‘Oh him? he’s my f–kbuddy.’

My spouse and I still quote this memorable gem of an introduction.”

7. The leftover party

“Over 30 years ago, when I was 23 and my brother was 18, we managed a fast food chicken restaurant together. There was a third manager, who was in-between us in the management hierarchy, and he was also 23, and we (and many of our employees) were all very close. My fiance at the time also worked there. The last Christmas we all worked together before the store was sold to a new owner, my brother and the third manager decided to have an after hours in-store Christmas party for everyone. Me being a ‘responsible’ head manager, I decided not to attend, as well as my fiance, since we had to open the store the next day. This was a mistake.

When we pulled into the parking lot the next morning, the first thing we noticed was entire bags of flour had been broken open on the side street to the restaurant, and intermingled with this were smashed vanilla and chocolate pudding cups. All product from inside the restaurant, clearly labeled as such. Now I was dreading what I would see inside the restaurant. To my surprise, everything seemed normal, but as it turns out, I was very wrong about that. We cleaned up the mess on the street as best we could, and got to work, including our cook for that day, who had been at the party the night before.

11 am, and the first customer comes in. He walks up to the register where I am to take his order, and is staring at the menu board behind me. I see this look come over his face, and I know there is something behind me on that menu board that I absolutely do not want to see. He says to me, ‘What IS that?!’ and points. I slowly turn around, and am confronted with a handwritten sign taped to the menu board with some very inappropriate language/drawings on it, and propped up next to it on the ledge of the menu board is a marijuana pipe. I can also clearly hear our cook laughing his ass off in the back of the restaurant.

As I am frantically thinking of a response to give the customer, he suddenly points under the packing table, which is below the menu board, and he says, ‘And what IS all that?!’ When I shift my focus downwards, I can see a variety of empty beer cans on the floor under the table.

So I did what anyone in a panic would do, and yelled, ‘Oh my God! Someone broke into the store last night! Call the police!’ My fiance pretended to do so, while I got the customer taken care of quickly, and then I had the cook who had been at the party go around and find everything that had been strategically planted around the store to ‘surprise’ me.

Needless to say, I had a stern discussion with my brother and the third manager when they came in later that day, where somehow they felt I was the one at fault for this debacle for not finding all of their “hilarious surprises” before letting customers in.”

8. The trash cans

“I used to work for a very large company that decided to go all-out for the holiday party one year. They rented out part of the convention center to accommodate the several thousand people that would be attending. Open bar, live entertainment performing, ice sculptures everywhere and they had decked out the inside. Everyone was impressed at the food, including several choices of different cuts of steak, jumbo shrimp, etc.

But they barely had any tables. Several others (including an executive) and I ended up hovering over a TRASH CAN to eat because we could set our drinks on the wide rim. We then proceeded to eat our steak by picking it up with our fingers and gnawing off bites, because there was no way we could use a knife! AND THERE WAS A LINE TO TAKE THE NEXT OPEN PLACE AT THE TRASH CAN WHEN SOMEONE FINISHED!”

9. The new hire

“In the early 2000s, I worked for a fruit-named tech company that was notorious for its massive holiday parties. They weren’t even parties – they were damned blow-outs. I had just started with said company the last week of November as a receptionist, and because I was in a particular building with a particular group, I received the all-team invite to the holiday party. Not realizing I wasn’t supposed to be invited, I RSVP’d in the affirmative and added my husband as my plus one.

Showed up at this monstrously huge party at a massive warehouse in the city that had been decked out from top to bottom. Event organizers at the check in table couldn’t find my name anywhere on the list, but I had a screenshot of my RSVP on my phone, so they let me in after 15 minutes of negotiations. My husband was horrified.

Once inside, I had never seen more stations with entrees, desserts, appetizers, a candy bar, a s’mores table, chocolate and cheese fondue stations – it was insane. Roving magicians, caricature artists, a live band, and flower displays that cost more than I’d make in a year. Hundreds of people were there, and I knew none of them since I was so new.

After a plate of shrimp and a lemon drop martini that made my teeth numb, the band was on a break. I marched behind the stage, introduced myself with a nom de plume and announced that I was a backup singer with a local band and I wanted to sing backup with them. (Note: I wasn’t a backup singer for ANYONE and I knew very few song lyrics from start to finish. My bad.)

Lead singer is charmed and says yes, we’d love to have you join us in our second set. Pick a song you’d like and we’ll invite you up when it’s time. I decided in my partially inebriated state that Pink’s ‘Raise Your Glass’ fit the bill, and when the band was getting ready to sing it, they called me onto the stage and handed me a microphone. I had maybe heard the song ten times in my life, and I really didn’t know any of the lyrics, but when they started playing, I bounced around the stage like I was at the Grammys. The lead singer kept trying to get me to join in, and I kept deferring until we got to the two parts I knew. The first is when the song says, ‘Can’t stop, comin’ in hot, I should be locked up right on the spot, It’s so on right now (so fuckin’ on right now),’ and I fully shrieked that last line into the mic while doing a David Lee Roth-esque head-banging motion. The lead singer was wide-eyed but kept on singing until we got to the next part I knew, which is where Pink seems to raise her glass, spill it, and say, ‘Oh, fuuuuck!’ And of course, I sang that last part like IT WAS MY JOB.

After the song ended, I received a ton of applause from the partygoers and a few, ‘And who are you again?’ questions which I pretended to not hear. When I returned to my reception seat in the building on Monday, I received a few double-takes and overheard some, ‘Oh, that’s her’ comments in the restroom. Considering I can’t really carry a tune in a bucket, it sure was fun to pretend – for one night – that I could.”

10. The overshare

“Long ago there was a party where everyone had to post a fact about themselves and you had to match the coworker to the fact.

One posted a fact about their kinks, which, while perfectly acceptable as a kink, still did not belong at work.”

11. The schnitzel

“My old company holiday schedule would be a Thursday-Friday event of a Thursday team-building/workshops, Friday lunch at a German restaurant with open bar, and then Friday evening at the boss’ home. In between the lunch and off-site evening party, people would walk next door to another local bar to pre-game before going to the boss’ fully boozed out party. A sober driver would drive the drunk folks to the boss’ home in the quiet suburbs and they would continue til 2-3 am in the morning. One year, a poor soul (Steve) passed out in the car on the way to the boss’ home and so the driver left him in the car to sleep it off. When people went to check on him, he was gone, but then found passed out in a neighbor’s yard. They woke him up, he barfed all over the neighbor’s lawn and said, ‘Ughhhhh there goes my schnitzel.’ He promptly went into the boss’ home and started drinking anew. That was the final year the boss hosted a party at their home.”

12. The abundant shrimp

“I had just started a new job at a nonprofit, but since the position was a lateral move, my manager trusted me to keep things in order while she attended a wedding out of country. Part of my responsibilities was to throw a holiday party for our board of directors that would immediately follow the December board meeting. Since the staff was required to attend the meetings, many would join the party to say hello to the trustees they worked with the closest. My job, as the development person, was to throw the party.

I had been on the job for about two weeks at this point, and wanted to ensure that the party was excellent. I had been given a budget of about $100, and had decided to use some of my own things to spruce the event up. Since I bake a metric ton of cookies every holiday, I used my cookies instead of store made. Things like that. I even brought in some of my holiday bowls and pine arrangements.

The day of the party, one of the senior staff pulled me aside in the lobby to ask what the menu was. I listed everything off, thinking it was substantial for the meager budget to feed around 50 people.

She had a fit in front of several guests and screamed at me for not providing ‘abundant shrimp.’ She stamped her foot and paced around, exclaiming how utterly embarrassing the menu of gourmet meats and cheeses, homemade hot spinach dip, hummus and feta spreads, and homemade cookies and citrus salad was. I later learned at one time the board had the entire event catered, and there was a larger and richer spread but that it had been over a decade since that had happened.

In the end, no one complained about the menu, although throughout the event my colleague pointed out that there wasn’t any shrimp.”

13. The cheesecakes

“My husband’s former employer threw great holiday parties. Excellent food and entertainment. They also provided gift bags for all the guests which were typically distributed as you were leaving. The bags differed a little each year but usually included things like a Amex gift card, bottle of wine or sparkling cider, pair of movie tickets, etc. One year the bags included a gift certificate to a local bakery known for their cheesecake. That particular year, the bags were already available at each place setting and tables were assigned for a sit-down dinner. (In previous years, things were served buffet style and you sat wherever you want.)

There was a DJ who was spinning tunes after dinner. Most people were either dancing or mingling around – except for one of my husband’s coworkers, ‘Larry,’ who had a well-earned reputation as a cheapskate. After consuming a multitude of adult beverages, Larry was stumbling around and rummaging through unattended gift bags. My husband’s boss eventually saw what was going on and confronted Larry. Larry had pilfered about 40 cheesecake bakery gift certificates and about an equal number of Amex gift cards.

His excuse? His daughter was getting married the following summer and he figured he could use the gift cards to pay for wedding expenses and insist his daughter serve cheesecake for dessert at her wedding. Boss took the gift cards and certificates from Larry, called him a cab, and sent him home. There was a company-wide email that went out Monday morning telling employees what had been in in the bags and if anything was missing to please contact HR to have the items replaced.

The following year the company went back to handing out gift bags as you were leaving.”

14. The cookies

“When I was fresh out of college, I worked in a government office that was cuckoo for Christmas: a secret Santa ornament exchange, a big holiday party, a ladies-only holiday party (???), and cookie day. Legend day has it that in past years, the office had several women who loved to bake and got a real kick out of making one million (metaphorically, but close enough) cookies, then spending a lunch break piling them into huge gift platters and distributing them to all the other departments. Although these women had all since retired, the tradition had continued and I received an email requesting I bring in TEN BATCHES of cookies for cookie day. This email only went out to the women in the office, and this industry at the time skewed heavily towards men so that was maybe 20% of the office.

I actually love to bake, but gritted my teeth a little over the sexism of only asking the women. Even more concerning was the cost – I’d only been working full time for 3 months and December was coming in expensive, 10 batches was going to be a stretch. But the email reminders were increasingly filled with pressure to participate, reminders to ‘clear your weekend!’ to bake cookies. It was a brand spanking new job, my first full time one ever, so I decided I could afford to make six batches and if anybody had the nerve to hassle me about it further they could take it up with payroll.

Cookie day rolled around and it turned out I wasn’t the only one resentful of being strong-armed to ‘bake all weekend’ for strangers in other departments. My coworker walked in late while everybody (every woman, anyways) was already plating, didn’t say a word and dropped one lone box of Oreos on the table. And I mean DROPPED, from a foot or more above the table so it landed with a thud that got everybody’s attention. Then she turned on her heel and left. It’s been 15 years and I have never seen another action as perfectly, beautifully passive aggressive. It still makes me laugh 15 years later.”

15. The stud

“On a company holiday party on a boat, my coworker got rather drunk, though a happy drunk. At one point, she pulled me aside and very earnestly told me that my boyfriend was ‘a stud’ and to let her know when I was ‘done with him.’ I kept myself together until we got off the boat and I could tell my boyfriend the story and laugh hysterically. I then called him ‘Stud’ for about two weeks.”

16. The tree tour

“During Covid, our director decided the way to have a Christmas ‘party’ was to Zoom it. So we did. I began drinking early in the evening, because, hey – I’m already home and it seemed like a dumb idea anyway. Our director is kind of wacky so that is why I stayed on Zoom as long as I did, hoping, I don’t know, to hear something … unique? Profound?? I had planned to shut it down early if everyone broke out into singing carols (because this group would do just that) or if it got too boring. While waiting for ‘the profound moment,’ I apparently thought it was boring enough to have SEVERAL adult beverages. At some point as everyone is chatting about the upcoming season or next year’s events, I took my laptop and staggered into the living room to show everyone my Christmas tree decorated with nuthin’ but penguins. No one had asked to see my tree. No one commented, no one said a word. Found out later my Zoom adventure consisted of 20 minutes of me showing my tummy to a room of 60+ people (staff and board of directors).”

17. The gift list

“For Christmas one year, my former boss gave me a book that she had previously borrowed from me. She wrapped it and everything. She acknowledged that she had borrowed the book from me, it wasn’t like she forgot where she got it and thought it was something I might like. This was the same year she emailed me with her entire personal Christmas list and made sure to tell me to email her mom letting her know what I had gotten so that she didn’t get the same gift twice. This was a woman in her 40s, not a teenager.”

18. The neg

“First semester of my tiny PhD program, there was a reception at the end of the day for Thanksgiving, where students and faculty could mingle and get to know each other. I had only met the rest of the folks at corridors etc, hadn’t really had a chance to get to know anyone. I had a long day of classes, missed all my meals (figuring I could eat at the reception), but once I made my way to the reception, I found that all food was already finished. Being utterly famished, I started drinking. Surprise, surprise, it was not a smart idea.

I had about three drinks when my department chair approached me, and told me reassuringly that I can retake my picture on the department website if I want (it was a terrible picture). I went on a 10-minute spiel about how I can never take a good picture, how filters never work for me, etc. etc. The man escaped with his life. Then, I started mercilessly teasing a male grad student whom I had just met, about his name, again, in what I thought was in good spirits (his name is absolutely commonplace, not sure what I found so funny in my drunkenness). Poor man volunteered to drop me home, all the while me giggling at him. I thought the evening had been a roaring success, until a few hours later when the alcohol started wearing off. My roommate had the privilege of watching me have a realtime breakdown as I realized more and more things about how the evening had gone.

Thankfully after that I always stuck to at most one glass at uni parties, and the other grad students were nice enough to let me live it down. An upshot of this was I befriended the male grad student and eventually started dating him, figuring that if he kept talking to me after that debacle, the man is a treasure. Unfortunately, this doesn’t even break the list of top ten most embarrassing things I have done in front of him.

We are still dating, who knows what the future will bring :)”

update: can I use sick time for psychedelic treatment?

It’s “where are you now?” month at Ask a Manager, and all December I’m running updates from people who had their letters here answered in the past.

Remember the letter-writer wondering if they could use sick time for psychedelic treatment (#2 at the link)? Here’s the update.

I traveled to Oregon for my psilocybin experience in mid-October. Honestly, it was one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life; the outcomes have been even better than I had dared hoped.

But first, an update on the work side of this. I scheduled the experience for a Monday so that I could fly in on Sunday and return on Tuesday, and thus only need to use two days of sick time. My sick time was approved with no questions asked and nobody at work asked any prying questions about it. In hindsight I realize I was overthinking it.

Back to the psilocybin experience. The experience itself was profound and intense, one of the most intense of my life. While I wouldn’t call it fun, it wasn’t exactly bad either, just intense. It was very different than the experience you get during recreational use of psychedelics. My facilitator was amazing, she was essentially a neutral third party who was there to make sure I was comfortable and to answer any questions I had during, or after the experience. She was incredibly kind and helpful.

Since the experience, my depression symptoms have improved significantly. That isn’t to say I don’t still feel depressed occasionally, but it is far less often and never as intense. Before I was feeling a 9/10 intensity of depression almost every day for hours at a time, but now the worst I ever feel is maybe a 6/10, and that’s only once or twice a week. Plus, it’s easier for me to use various coping skills to feel better when I do feel depressed. These improvements have allowed me to go off Wellbutrin (an antidepressant) as well.

Additionally, my feelings of self-loathing and self-criticism have been dramatically reduced. I feel genuine love and compassion for myself now. I’ve also been more open to new experiences and more emotionally vulnerable with my friends. I still feel like I’m the same person I was before the trip, but now I’m a much healthier, wiser, and freer version of myself. I still have some mental health issues to work on, but they are much less intense and I’m making much more progress on them in therapy than I had been before the trip.

The experience really changed how I think and how I think about myself, so I suspect these improvements will be durable. I learned things about myself while on the mushrooms. They helped me observe my mind almost as if I was an outside observer. There are so many things I had “known” at an intellectual level about my negative thought patterns or healthier ways to think and be, but until I took the mushrooms I didn’t really know them in a deep, experienced way. Now I do.

Another important aspect of this treatment is what they call integration. You have to actively work to take what you learned in your trip and integrate it into your day-to-day thinking and life. It’s not exactly difficult work, but it does need to be done intentionally. If you just take the mushrooms and expect them to make you better completely on their own, it’s less likely to be helpful in the long run. Therapy has helped me a lot with that. I also think being in therapy for many years prior to doing this was helpful too in making it easier to learn from the trip.

I could go on and write pages and pages about this. While I don’t necessarily recommend this to everyone, and encourage folks considering it to do their own research, I think psychedelic therapy should be far more mainstream than it is. I know for me it has been life changing in the best way possible. I hope more states consider legalizing this treatment.