The above pic is what I used to think of my boss. 

It’s not.

As I’ve said before, I hate to be the biggest asshole in the room, and, sadly, the older I get, the more I realize that I often am.

It used to only happen after I’d had 20 or 30 cocktails too many, but lately, as I gain on gay middle-age, it now happens without any chemical aid whatsoever.

I’ve become a curmudgeon.  I bitch, I moan, nothing’s good enough, nobody loves me, I’m unappreciated, blah, blah, blech.

Does my boss occasionaly get on my nerves?  Yep.  But probably nowhere near as often as I get on his, and I seem to forget that HE is the one PAYING me.  A not-so-minor detail.

So, after bitching and moaning about it for ages, I finally walked into his office yesterday and sat down and we did what adults are supposed to do.

We. Talked.

He made some great points.  I saw a lot of things from his perspective that I had previously flat-ass refused to see.

I admitted that I am often a petulent and obstinate only-child and am prone to sulking, whining and generally pissing and moaning until and I get my way, and if I don’t get my way, EVERYONE SHALL SUFFER!!!!!

I also admitted that I speak at inappropriate times and often believe that I know more than him, even though (a) he’s the boss, (b) he’s actually pretty brilliant and (c) he’s been doing this shit a lot longer than me.

He explained why he does a few of the things that he does that feel like micromanagement on my end.  What he said made sense.  He said what I said made sense.

We laughed.

We actually laughed at ourselves and each other like a couple of old farts who’d had a feud over a game of shuffleboard and then refused to go to the community center at the same time.

And, are you ready for this shit?

    

I’m looking forward to going to work this morning.

Yep.  It’s true.

He said one thing that I absolutely, totally believe.  “Max,” he said, “We really make a great team.”

And he’s right.  When we can stop marking our territory and get our pistons firing in time, we accomplish amazing things. 

Yesterday, word went out over the legal staffing grapevine in Atlanta that several large and mid-size firms were laying off associates left and right, all on the same day.  My boss is starting to get unsolicited resumes from attorneys begging for jobs because there simply aren’t any.

Meanwhile, our little shop is not only turning a profit, but our numbers are better so far than last year.

So, maybe he’s not Obi Wan Kenobi, but he’s not the Emperor Palpatine, either.

And I sure as hell ain’t Luke Skywalker.

Princess Leia, on the other hand…

    

Kisses,
Maxine