When my most wonderful Jimmy was diagnosed with diabetes and sent home with his blood sugar over 600 – a mere one week after our 1st anniversary – I told my project manager Jennifer Elmashni that I might be in and out of work to take care of him. Three days later, when Jimmy was in a coma with his sugars over 1100, Jen said to take all the time I needed. 6 days later Jimmy was released from Intensive Care, and soon was home. I wanted to stay and fuss over him, but Jimmy forced me back to work. Wouldn’t you know it, but Jen kept sending me home to focus on Jimmy.
She was also my boss (for the 2nd time) when I got the stupid breast cancer less than a year after we moved out here to California. I kept trying to come back to work, and she kept trying to keep me at home to focus on my health.
If it wasn’t for Jen, there is a chance that neither Jimmy nor I would be here.
My point is that a bad/toxic/horrible boss can literally kill you. A great boss can save your life.