I've spent the entire day hiding out in the butler's closet or upstairs in my carriage house apartment to avoid having to see the Mister today.
It's National Boss's Day, in case you most certainly didn't know, and if the old goat even knows about it I'm afraid he'll expect me to say something nice or at least smile at him - which is beyond the pale.
Honestly, he's been incorrigible for the last few months and the older he gets the worse it becomes. Plus he's developed this annoying habit of expecting people who draw a paycheck on his behalf to actually do some productive work from time to time.
This has given us all a shock and I must say it's getting old really fast. We all have our job descriptions around here (which are a little cushy, I'll admit), but to suddenly expect more work for the same pay is confusing to all of us and not about to happen. (We've been through these psychotic episodes before and know he'll forget about it in a few days.)
But what are we supposed to do on this stupid and ill-thought holiday? Buy him a card? Express gratitude for our abuse and slavery? That's not going to happen either. Whoever came up with the idea and congressional approval for a Boss's Day needs to have their butts kicked!
If you're in the corporate world and forced to participate in this absurd day, here's a link to some off-the-cuff nice things you might say in case you come face to face with your employer. But you don't want to compromise your own integrity by doing so, right?
I hope this doesn't come across as negative in any way. I mean, who would sign our paychecks if we didn't have a boss? But that doesn't mean we have to kiss his butt, does it?
I'd look for another job myself, but the potential to run across an employer who expects work and productivity eight hours a day is seriously intimidating.
Thanks for stopping by, and Happy Boss's Day.