I hate, hate, hate going into the office. My boss' boss (my mom calls him the bosshole) is an Indian that just likes to have us show up to the office when he is there to stare at us. He's this weird narcissist that needs constant ass kissing. I get nothing done when dragged in an usually end up with hives, either from the stress or what I suspect is mold in the AC (I know people don't think AZ has mold, but holy crap...).
Normally, I can make up some excuse to not have to go in the couple times a year he insists, but every once in a while I'm stuck. I get nothing done, he asks me weird questions since he thinks it's fun to make my awkwardness a big deal while my co-workers who know me try to distract him from me. I don't know what it is but even they notice he's got this weird thing about pestering me. We get dragged out to eat and of course I stand out because there's so little I can eat when eating out - stupid autoimmune disorder. If I say I'm fasting, then it turns into a religious discussion. Sigh. I just hate it.
I haven't had a real "office" job in at least 20 years and I'll never go back to one.
Are you White?
Indians love to degrade White people/employees because they see it as putting them in a higher cast. Not even kidding. Have worked with some of them in cases like that.
Yeah, he is fucking useless and provides no value but get's off on having control over others due to his cast. (Yes, they practice that in every country in the world, not just india).
Yeah, white female. My direct boss, an indian, is great, but the bosshole...a whole other story.
yeah, sounds like that might be part of it then.
The "higher" boss is a higher cast than your boss. Your boss is acting more reasonable, maybe he's not looking at it the same way.
The big boss though? Piece of shit that gauges their worth over how many others that are perceived "higher cast" (most of them consider White people to be at the top of the cast system). You are also a woman so that is another part of it. They still consider women property for the most part....
Honestly, solve the problem by creating a fake persona. Have a rich husband/boyfriend. Have a GINORMOUS fucking house. Say you only eat at fancy fucking restaurants. Laugh at him about how small and insignificant his role is.
I wish I could keep track of lies well enough for that. The bosshole is of course a millionaire in a gated community. He has asked where I live and when I say an apartment, he just says to buy a house in Scottsdale. He has to know how much I make. That's not happening. He's such a dick. I just let him poke at me and everyone gets weirded out. I'm not too phased by him, exactly, just that I know if I push back too much, he'll just replace me with one of his kissass indians.
And if that fails quit.
Yeah, no. I've been at this job 13 years and I doubt I'll be going anywhere. I don't have anyone to rely on but myself unless I want to move back in with my mom at 46. In my field the whole vax thing is still a thing and I have a religious exemption that keeps them from outright firing me. I just put up with his crap and let him embarrass himself. People do notice him being weird with me and if it gets too out of hand, I have recordings and witnesses.