5 Signs That Your Boss is an Asshole

I’m quite sure that some people would agree with my theory that there is a growing scarcity of effective boss. I would call it, Theory of Diminishing Effective Boss. By effective boss, I mean somebody who deserves to be called boss, in the true sense of the word. Somebody who knows what leadership is and practices his knowledge about it. At one point in time, surely you have been flabbergasted, mystified, or in plain disbelief at the antics of your own boss. I could probably enumerate a mile-long signs of a stupid boss but I have chosen to pick the five telltale signs that your boss is indeed stupid.

1. Your boss doesn’t understand the difference between a position that makes a person and a person that makes a position.
Being a supervisor or a manager is such arguably a big deal in the corporate ladder. However, lack of sound judgment on how to manage your subordinates will just snatch the title away from that person. Assholes usually don’t understand that their current position affords them temporary privileges. They think that because they are the boss they are the best. They tend to disregard the fact that it is their subordinates who are responsible for molding their identity as to what kind of leader they are.

2. Your boss needs a “boss-sitter.”
This sitter could mean a whole gamut of responsibilities ranging from a personal assistant, appointment secretary, public relations officer, chauffeur or even a lover! It’s quite hilarious to think that if an asshole didn’t have her position, money, or her corporate tiara, she would probably be able to answer those phone calls, make appointments, talk to the employees, and by food for herself. Assholes think that they are too busy to take care of those “small things”.

3. Your boss relates to people primarily in terms of what they can do for him.
In other words, “good” people are those who can do a lot of good things for him. “Lousy” people aren’t useful. She believes that “lousy” people should be fired. The way a lousy person becomes a good person is by showing that he can help your boss in some way. As the cliché goes, Politics is everywhere and this seems to be his personal motto throughout his career life. Your boss is indeed stupid if he is a “friendly-user”.

4. Your boss calls his employees at home or during the weekends.
Rarely, as in thrice a year, this should be fine. But if this is becoming like a weekly habit, then your boss is a certified stupid! Her happiness is not your problem 24 x 7. You are entitled to your personal time and space because slavery was abolished a long time ago (Well, I’m not quite sure if it was totally abolished). But just like everybody else, you also have a sex life that you need to take care of!

5. Your boss impedes your career progress.
I can forgive or ignore the previous four issues, but this one is by far the worst thing an asshole boss can do. I would say that usually it’s a matter of convenience. And so when you blurted your plan about applying for a higher position, you would hear her saying, “How can you leave me? I need you.” A good boss should realize that everybody needs to have a piece of that cheese. Someone who deserves growth should be given his fair chance to prove himself.

Panacea and Placebo

Drug is a substance used as a medicine or in making medicine itself. On the other hand, addiction is defined not with the quantity of drugs taken but with the passion and intensity associated in taking those.

I take Melatonin, Sleepasil, and Leizenzi to induce myself into reverie. With the kind of work that I have, sleep is such a priceless pleasure. I feel energized and refreshed whenever I exceed eight hours of sleeping.

I take Vitamin B Complex and Marvel Taheebo because my sight catches them every day on our medicine cabinet. It is my mother who really takes it. I dont know what these two are doing on my system but one thing I know is that they will serve as an added protection, one way or another.

I take Ascorbic Acid because it is one of the cheapest vitamins that I can take advantage of. I grew up taking a tablet or two of Vitamin C and it seems that it is already a habit already injected into my system.

I take Therabloc. During my pre-employment medical exam for PeopleSupport, the physician found out that I have heart murmur. I consulted a cardiologist because of this and I have undergone a series of tests which pointed out that my heart and its beating is perfectly normal. However, it was ruled out that I am hypertensive and so I have to take Therabloc to regulate my blood pressure.

I take Revicon. It fuels me up and it boosts my stamina. Just like everyone else, it has already been a part of my daily rituals. Be it Clusivol, Centrum, or Enervon— they are just the same. They all have the same purpose.

I used to take Glutathione and soon I realized how expensive and ineffective it is. And even if I would earn a fairer skin, nothing will change. I will still be an Asian. I will still be the same Den. I quit taking this supplement and vowed never to take anything of the same kind.

I am taking these drugs— along with other stuff which I fail to enumerate, to help me combat those illnesses. I just hope that there is something I could take to maintain my so-called sanity.

Concoction of Ramblings

Some people come up with slightly good (?) ideas when they are bored and I am (again) extremely bored with nothing better to do. I got exhausted from reading comments (“hate comments”) of UP guys who got pissed off about my post so I thought I should think of something else and besides I never really have expressed my views on eristic topics like these.

So-called Meaning of Life
To start with, I really don’t know but for whatever weird reason, whenever I hear the question “What is the meaning of life?” I always whisper to myself “to be a millionaire.” I don’t know where I heard that “to-be-a-millionaire”-type-of-response from or why it’s been stuck in my head as my ready-made response, so don’t ask. But it could be because I belong to the lower socioeconomic class. But of course, it’s not my actual response to the question. I believe that the meaning of life depends largely on who we’re talking about. If it’s for species of life other than humans, I am inclined to say that life’s meaning would be reproduction per se. A year of Comparative Anatomy and Zoology courses at New Era University drilled that into my head— that all species exist to reproduce. However, since humans are deemed to be more intelligent (advanced), compared to other species, the meaning of life for us should be to somehow advance ourselves and have some sort of impact on the world, kind of I-will-make-a-difference-kind-of-thinking.

Abortion
Lest, I would sound anti-life, I would say that it’s entirely up to decisions and responsibilities of the parents themselves. If it’s something like teen pregnancy, and both parents feel a child would be too much of a hassle and the baby is still within the first trimester, I wouldn’t see much of a problem with that except for the fact that the teens decided to have sex and when they discovered about the fetus they would just dump it on one of dark streets in Manila. I don’t feel that there’s something wrong as long as the circumstances for having the abortion are alright. On the contrary, one of my college professors once told me that, “a small crumb of bread is still bread”.

Never Ending End-of- the-World Threat
It has been rumored that by December 2012, Earth will combust and burst and I don’t know what’s going to happen next…. No, I don’t believe that’s real. As far as I know there is no possible way yet to see what will befall in the future, so I don’t believe ancient civilizations hundreds of years ago could have predicted something as big as the end of the world on such a specific day. December 2012 is only about four years away, and if the world was going to end on that day I’m pretty sure scientists would have been able to spot some sort of glitch in nature that would lead into to it. Just like what one of Sheldon’s novel says, nothing lasts forever. I think just about everyone would agree with that.

This time, I hope I won’t be getting hate comments again. Not unless somebody would like to argue about the real meaning of life in the “true sense of the word”.