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đ I let him win
And I f*cking hate myself for it
âItâs just not a good fit,â he chirped at me from across the desk.
My periphery began to close in, until all I could see was his smug face, and the marching band behind his eyes, celebrating his momentous win.
Iâd like to say that I was shocked he was firing me. But his behavior had crushed my confidence so much that it was almost a relief that he was finally saying these words.
The final straw for him had occurred a few days before when he had embarrassed himself in front of our CEO â and I happened to be there to save the situation.
He couldnât even look at me anymore.
He had to get rid of me.
đťTHE DRUNK BUSINESS ADVICE
đ Your memory isnât enough. Document discrimination like youâre gonna get cross-examined by David Boies.
đ Speak up early. Once youâre fired, youâre a liability.
And now â the story behind why this advice matters.đď¸
Itâs not fitness. Itâs life.
In my mid 20s, I took a job at Equinox â you know, the luxury fitness brand whose marketing resembles a mixture of Versace and Cirque de Soleil with a hint of orgy:
Itâs not fitness. Itâs⌠sex. Source: YouTube
They hired me to run one of their clubs on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and for the first 9 months of my tenure with the company, I was pretty damn happy.
My first boss at Equinox was sharp, friendly, and supportive. My colleagues brought bounds of energy to work every day, and were truly great at their jobs.
And it turned out, I was pretty great at my job, tooâ
Being a large corporation, Equinox conducted a structured series of âreviewsâ for managers in their first year. I smashed all of my reviews out of the park, with the most senior executives commenting that I would go really far with the company.
I felt lucky.
It was a fun place to work. Tons of laughter and high-fives. And I had continuous validation that I was thriving there.
But then my boss got a promotion, and was on her way to Canada to expand our saucy brand into The Great White North. I was thrilled for her.
Until I met her replacement. Letâs call him Roger.
Roger had been with Equinox for about five years, and I soon learned, would do everything possible to avoid even being in the same room with me.
Overnight, the fun, friendly, and supportive Equinox culture flipped on its head.
Turns out, he hated women.
Anytime I approached Roger, he whipped out his Blackberry and began feverishly typing â pretending to be too busy to talk to me.
He cancelled all of our 1:1 meetings at the last minute, or sometimes just didnât show up at all.
And he never said anything nice to me. Every comment was some nitpicky criticism, masked with âIâm just trying to help you get better.â
When he first arrived, he conducted a â360 Reviewâ, where he asked the eight department managers who reported to me to bluntly review my performance.
They all gave me perfect scores, except one â who gave me a nearly perfect score.
I was beyond thrilled with those results, but he spent the entire meeting making me feel like shit about the one manager who only thought I was a ânearly perfectâ boss. đ
And when I asked for a copy of the review, he said it was âcompany propertyâ.
I knew in my gut that this guy was gunning for me, and I had to get out of thereâ
But I horribly miscalculated how this situation needed to be handled.
Source: Giphy
đ I didnât confront Roger about his behavior.
đ I didnât complain about my treatment to HR, or the gaggle of executives who had shown support for my career at Equinox.
đ And I didnât seek advice from mentors outside of the company.
Instead, I typed a gentle email to the VP of Operations asking for a transfer to a different club (outside of Rogersâs purview).
The reason I gave was that I wanted to âexperience a different operation to better position myself for upward mobility with the company.â
I didnât mention anything about Rogerâs baffling behavior, because at that time, I thought Rogerâs beef was just with meâ
And it was important to not come across as a squeaky wheel who circumvents the chain of command to bitch about her boss.
But my request went unanswered, and the situation just got worse.
Female department managers began showing up to my office in tears because of the way Roger was treating them. Like me, they were scared for their jobs, despite their consistently high performance.
And some male colleagues even noticed that they were receiving preferential treatment, privately expressing their disgust of Rogerâs behavior to me behind closed doors.
But my fear of complaining held me back from taking action â and it really screwed me.
It really screwed everyone.
The death tour
Every year, Equinoxâs CEO, Harvey Spevak, would set out on a grand tour of every club in the brandâs portfolio. We received notice a few days in advance, and Roger downplayed it to me.
âYou donât really need to be here for it,â he said. âSometimes he can be really late. You donât need to wait around. I can handle it.â
F*ck that. I wasnât going to miss my opportunity to meet the CEO and show off my club.
I was proud of my work. Source: Giphy
When Harvey arrived, he engaged me in more personal conversation than Roger ever had, asking about my background, and how I came to work for Equinox.
Then the discussion turned to business, and he began directing some questions to Roger.
Roger didnât have the answers â but I did.
I stayed quiet as he stumbled through some vague responses that didnât answer the questions that Harvey had asked, digging himself into an embarrassing hole.
Finally, I meekly offered Harvey the answers he was looking for.
That was the nail in my coffin.
A few days later, Roger fired me.
No reasons were given other than âitâs just not a good fit,â and when I pushed back, he said that he had received a bunch of complaints about me, but couldnât tell me who complained or what they complained about.
Wait â Iâm the liability?
I physically felt my brain function plummet. My hands went numb. My stomach knotted tighter than Tysonâs fist.
I walked out of the building and immediately called one of Equinoxâs senior executives (who I had just had dinner with the previous evening) to tell him I had been fired.
âWHAT?!â he shouted on the phone, âThatâs insane!â.
Thus began a dizzying back-and-forth with HR people, execs, and colleagues, resulting in a very hard lessonâ
The minute youâre no longer an âemployee,â youâre a threat.
It doesnât matter how beloved you were, how many metrics you crushed, or how many crying women had shown up to your office with stories to corroborate the discrimination you experiencedâ
Once youâre out:
Source: Tenor
And companies donât protect liabilities â they manage them.
Which is why you should take this advice very seriously:
Document. F*cking. Everything.
đ That abusive email from your boss? Screenshot it.
đ The canceled 1:1âs? Log them.
đ The inappropriate behavior? Promptly put it all in an email to yourself with both your personal and work email addresses copied.
đ And depending on your local laws, consider privately recording your conversations.
Because when things go sideways â which will happen faster than you expect â your memory wonât be enough.
Documentation will.
And even though this next one is the hardest thing to doâ
Speak up early. Not when the wheels are already coming off.
Itâs dramatically easier to address discrimination when youâre still on the inside â not after youâve been escorted out, sheepishly carrying a banker's box of your coffee mugs and desk plants.
Throughout my whole experience with Roger, I thought I was protecting my reputation by being diplomatic. I wanted to figure out a way to get myself out of the situation without having to confront his behavior.
But I was actually allowing a toxic asshole to bully everyone. I wasnât just silent â I was complicit.
I let him win.
If youâre ever in this situation, donât repeat my mistake.
Cheers! đť
-Kristin :-)
P.S. â Iâve had great bosses, both male and female. And Iâve had terrible bosses, both male and female. But this is the only time I ever experienced true gender discrimination at work. It really sucked.