I got a card from my boss today. It made me feel really nice. I replaced his name with black and white bell peppers, just for fun. Compared to where I used to work, getting something like this is just further evidence that it’s indeed very possible to find a great boss. I sure am lucky.
Yep. It’s nice to be appreciated. I don’tt mean the faux appreciation masked with expensive earbuds and dinner at fancy restaraunts… I mean REAL appreciation. I would rather have a heartfelt thank you and some understanding rather than a paycheck that’s going to get held over my head at every turn.
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Amen to that. And if I had to listen to another one of the “golden haired boy’s” ass kissing again I’d have to chuck my cookies. It’s so much better to be somewhere where people are appreciated for their efforts instead of being told one thing and then having their personal lives made fun of and paraded around to everyone else behind their backs.
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What you two don’t understand is that I went to boarding school at a very young age, was separated from my family and lived in a place of harsh, cold realities like having winters so cold the ice would form on the inside of the windows, and we’d shower once a week because that was all we were allowed, and I walked uphill both ways in the snow, wearing needle-lined concrete boots, and all the while raising two kids and formed a successful company (which closed for an undisclosed reason), all the while working 42 hours a day and maintaining a 4.0 grade point average. I then continued on to singlehandedly write the book on the “best practices” of business and remain to this day, the world’s foremost authority on customer satisfaction, marketing genius, brand stability (i.e. no innovation) and the uncanny ability to ruin the emotions, finances and senses of personal autonomy of every employee that ever worked for me. But nevertheless, I have experienced the very pinnacle of understanding on both professional and personal terms, as can be shown by my romantic marriage, my resistance to panic attacks, fits of vitriolic vengeance and rage, and my ability to separate professional from personal. I’ll be up at 4am working, you cretins of below average intelligence, and accomplish more before 9am than you will in a lifetime. So if you think you’re rattling me with these sophomoric jabs, then you’re sorely mistaken! Because after all, I’m spending my valuable time reading this website and that’s my prerogative. So there.
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