My first job, I worked at a summer camp taking care of a special needs kid. The kid was great and we'd have fun all day long. He'd go home smiling and laughing.

The year before, the special needs camper had a young woman as his counselor and all he would do was cry all day long. That never happened with me, I think because I let him do whatever he wanted.

My boss was a woman who was in a relationship with another counselor. Daily, she would talk to me about how she suspected him of cheating. She could go on for hours. I wouldn't say much in response, mostly listen. But, I knew the other woman with whom he was cheating on her with. Since, she saw me as a confidante, I was able to do whatever I wanted with regards to my schedule and the special needs kid and so that afforded us a really relaxing supervision free summer.

The other girl that my boss's boyfriend was sleeping with worked at the pool as a lifeguard and was good friends with my sister. She'd talk with me and my sister, complaining that she thought her boyfriend was cheating on her. She didn't know that I knew the other woman who happened to be my boss either.

It was an interesting perspective for a 15 year old kid given that I knew the entirety of the situation and was in a position to confirm both their doubts. But I never did. Instead, I had a front row seat to their increasing paranoia, doubts, and loss of mental control. The woman who was my direct boss had a breakdown by the end of the summer. I felt kinda bad for her.

Anyway, that was my first introduction to the work world with women managers. Not much changed over the years, and I've seen many work related breakdowns. They're pretty amazing to watch and reek of unprofessionalism. I maintain my stance of listening but saying close to nothing and perpetuating the veneer of knowing nothing when they impose their personal life into the workplace.