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I originally applied for a warehouse position, picking and packing orders.

But the supervisor thought I was suitable and assigned me to warehouse management instead.

The job involved transfer management, receiving new products, inventory management, and shipping to overseas locations.

The supervisor was parachuted in. They were pliable with the strong but harsh toward the weak, bullied those with less power, and were very good at flaunting their authority.

They had no idea what the people underneath them were doing. They only knew how to order people around and make phone calls. They would clap and shout, “Hurry, hurry, hurry!” at everyone, then go back to their own seat and sit comfortably. They were very good at finding easy, comfortable tasks for themselves.

Even when on leave at home, they would constantly remotely control the employees.

If you missed their call, you would get yelled at.

They were very good at making sarcastic remarks toward employees, yet thought what they said was hilarious.

They had the typical managerial mindset: when berating someone, they would criticize every aspect of that employee’s life.

They were a supervisor who only knew how to talk.

They did not understand the work yet kept disrupting the order in which employees carried out their tasks. Many employees still had to work overtime while on leave.

They also underestimated the employees’ workloads, thinking we were all very relaxed, and refused to help us get raises.

They were very good at making empty promises and talking about impossible things.

They could joke around with you to your face, but complain about you to other employees behind your back.

The supervisor believed that employees they considered merely adequate only needed to remain adequate; they did not make demands of or scold them.

But they would crazily demand that capable employees keep getting better and better.

Although we were all full-time employees, they only scolded the capable ones, not those they considered merely adequate.

They also could not accept people who were too smart or had too many ideas.

They only liked people who obediently followed their orders.

Even when short-staffed, they did not care. If they disliked someone, they would drive them out.

Working overtime every day was the norm. Although overtime pay was provided, working until 10 or 11 p.m. on a long-term basis was simply unbearable.

Even if you finished work at five or six, the supervisor would say you were leaving too early.

On their first day, new hires were not even allowed to leave at the end of their shift when they wanted to.

This led new hires to quit, after which the supervisor would say that new hires were not tough enough.

In short, I strongly do not recommend the Wugu warehouse position.