Over the course of my work life, I have had a few managers that seemed to hate me. In particular, one manager, whom we’ll call “Steve,” seemed to have it out for me. At the time, I wondered if he stayed awake at night thinking of ways to make my life miserable and to crush everything that I thought he would appreciate.
When I began working as a parts manager for AutoZone, Steve was a district manager that was responsible for oversight of 40 to 50 stores. He had a reputat
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