My boss is a tyrant. She screams, flies off the handle, can’t effectively communicate her needs, and yet she expects me to work productively with a smile on my face each and every day. There are days I’m ready to have a serious conversation with her explaining why I’m going to quit and take a better, higher paying job with someone who will respect me.
But since she’s only 32-inches tall and is currently running around with a yogurt-baked bean slime streak in her hair while hitting the sofa with a squeaky hammer, I am reminded why I’m holding back.
Throughout my 10-plus years in the workforce, I have worked some very interesting jobs in which I have dealt with people of all temperaments. As a senior editor of two well-regarded magazines, I have met dignitaries and celebrities in the art and design world. As a film and television location manager and, before that, a production assistant, I dealt directly with movie producers and directors, famous actors and musicians.
In other words, I have dealt with my share of egotistical, self-righteous blow-hards who can sometimes be unbelievably ill-mannered. But, it wasn’t until I became a mother that I realized how good I had had it back then even with the most egregious of adult tempers.
No matter how bad any of those other jobs got or how out-of-control some of the demands I had to negotiate, I never came across anyone who thought it proper form to disagree by head-butting me. To finish reading this post, click here.