Bosses and Bossesses
Bosses and their female colleagues, bossesses, are funny little things, now, aren’t they? The things they do… (please picture me smiling to myself and benevolently shaking my head).
Okay, there are times when the things they do aren’t actually little, or funny, or a little funny, or anything anyone ever invented an adjective for. Sometimes they’re downright frustrating and make you lose your faith in mankind. And it’s those times in particular, when you have to stay amused and not let them infiltrate your serious thoughts too much! Easier said than done, I know. But let me help you. 
It’s what I’m here for. It’s where I flourish.
The next couple of posts might deal with Emails or comments I got from my bossess over the years. And I will try my worst to give them a funny spin, put them in perspective a little. In the grand scheme of things, emails are just the result of someone vigorously tapping little plastic buttons with their fingertips and some electronic thingamabob transporting stuff from here to there. How could that be significant? And comments, spit at you from across the room during a meeting? – nothing but air trying to get away from that sharp tongue as quickly as possible and eventually hiding in the coils of your (and everyone else’s) ears. S i g n i f i c a n t ? Hoooow?
There you go. That’s the topic we’ll be exploring this semester. Lookin’ forward to it. Or am I?