Tuesday, November 22, 2011
A Bad Boss
My definition of a bad boss is one that wants you to break the rules for him (or her!), but god forbid you ever break the rules and benefit yourself. He (or she!) cannot allow that. Now, you may say, no one should break the rules for anyone. Fine. To which I'd say, rules were meant to broken and eventually done away with. Well, maybe not "meant" to be, but they get broken anyway. They just do. Sometimes it's intentional and sometimes it's not, but they are broken nonetheless. And when they do get broken, a little forgiveness would be nice, especially if the broken rule was a small, rare occurrence that had no ill-effect on anyone. But a bad boss will nail you for a little gaffe like being five minutes late for work and then later on expect you to help him (or her!) out with some rule-breaking of a much greater magnitude, just so his (or her!) day can go a little smoother. "You risk all for me," he (or she!) secretly thinks, "but I risk nothing for you." I'm sorry, but you can't have it both ways. Either we're stuck-up pricks to each other or we help each other out. I'd much rather the latter. Those are the only two choices as I see it. Friends, or master and slave. And guess what? Homey don't play that game. I don't want to be a master or a slave.
So, change your heart, change your mind, is what I say. It’s very simple really. Are you here to fuck me over the first chance you get or are you here to help me make sense of things and move into the *ROEBB? Because the truth is we can only go together, so if you aren't willing to grasp that ultimate little fact of existence, at least a little bit, well, it’s "Sayonara, Senor!" (Or Senorita!) in my book. So hit the pike and stop reading this before your little mind explodes into tiny little fractals of light or something like that... or something... I don’t know. Not that we're not allowed to make mistakes, but they should just be stumbling stones and not frickin' wooden crosses.
[*Realm Of Existence Beyond Belief]