It grieves me to admit this, but I might have the slightest tendency toward being bossy. I shouldn’t really mind this all that much since sometimes it’s necessary to be the yes-right-now decision maker. However, if you knew how much I complained about other people being bossy, you’d know why the realization that I am makes me do a Thumper-like head drop of embarrassment. So, to those I’ve bossed, sorry.
Sometimes, though, good things can come of...well, not
So I thought I’d say something about bosses. And writing.
I don’t want, in this instance at least, to be my own boss.
I’m not including promotion in this little Pollyanna saga about having a boss. You all know that doesn’t work anymore.
Back to being bossy. And, yes, I will happily admit this post makes no sense at all, but I’m having fun writing it. So, no I won’t go back to being bossy after all. I’ll go with questions for you. Gee, how unusual is that? just came from the peanut gallery, but Wranglers have nothing if not inquiring minds, so, yeah, we want to know:
1. Do you want to be the boss or do you like being the employee who just loves her job?
2. What’s your princess accessory of choice? And don’t anybody say “prince.” We are women—hear us roar.