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157 Reader Comments (so far…)
My boss is myself, which makes it tricky to hide from her.
My boss is an absolute total shit! As I have a lot of bosses in this world just as newspaper, magazine-writing, TV-appearing, Internet-contributing souls all have, I will not identify just which particular boss this is. (But I do hope this statement is making the wOw CEO Joni Evans very nervous.)
My boss is a dream boss, in a dream job. Don’t wake me.
My boss is myself.
I don’t have a boss. I don’t need a boss. I don’t want a boss.
My boss is my cat. I have many duties and I always perform them dutifully: I open can after can of food until I’m aware enough to choose the right one. I spread out a coverlet so she can lie comfortably while I pet her; then, I close my computer because she likes my undivided attention. Whatever she wants, she lets me know and I do it or pay the price of a quick swat or sharp bite as I pass her during the day. She’ll even attack my ankles if she’s displeased. I work for a willful empress.
My boss is a self-centered egotist who has no clue how to manage a staff and couldn’t make an intelligent or appropriate decision under any circumstances…..
My boss is myself, but I work with my husband. That is a tough job. Other than that I would have to say Dot and Sky my two mutts.
Frannie,
So if you had a bad day with your husband at the office, who do you tell when you get home?
I tell my sister-in-law, she is married to my brother-in-law. He has his own company as well so we understand each other.
My boss is my conscience. If I do one little thing that might not pass muster to my conscience, then I get a good dose of insomnia. Therefore, I try to constantly stay in a ‘state of grace’ with my conscience. She is always right and never wrong. I have the sleepless nights to prove it. I’ve tried to explain my conscience to my family but they don’t like her any more than I do. She has been with me since I was about 12 and I fear she will be with to me to the very end. Though I must admit that when I’ve had to make a choice between two paths, my nagging conscience has never let me choose the one not right for me. I might be on the path less travelled but that is where I belonged. My conscience told me so.
Bonnie
Sounds good to me
Bonnie,
I love your response.
Carol L and Frannie - Thank you. I was laughing while I was writing. Let us all hope for some nice comradely comments; no politics today, I hope.
And Carol L you have yet to answer the question. Hmmm??
Bonnie,
I couldn’t wait to retire. My boss, an elementary school principal, is a total control freak. Very little room for collaboration. She was mean to teachers, parents and kids alike. . The teachers and students work so hard to put on a good assembly performance, and she doesn’t show up. Every year the Parents Association hire a circus team to work with 4th graders. They train the kids to do tricks and put on a show for the school. She hates that too. If a classroom air conditioner breaks, she refuses to fix it. Now she says she is going to cancel the annual 5th-grade Broadway trip which has been a tradition in our school for years before she became principal.
In NYC, we have something called Principal For A Day. We were able to get CBS Morning Show’s weatherman Dave Price. My principal refused to allow his camera crew in the building. He was the only TV news personality who had no clips to show the next day. So he showed our school’s hat and banner instead.
The teachers have this running joke…What would make her happy? A school with no kids! The other joke is if you ask her a question, her answer is always the same…”NO!”
My friend always tells me that if ever I should question my reason for retiring, just give her a call and she will supply me with more horror stories.
Another teacher told me that her former principal was even worse, One day a teacher called in sick because she was in the emergency room with her toddler until 3 in the morning. The principal was angry at her and told her she should learn to get her priorities straight. The teacher didn’t miss a beat when she responded that she had.