Boss Bastard 1

I work for a bastard. and he is my boss. No new way to say it, and believe it, it is true.

I wanted to start writing this blog in an almost 'diary' format, to log all of the complaints I had so one day I can use all this material in some form of humourous after dinner speech on how not to be a human being.

Everyone has worked for a cunt at some point, and if you haven't, you're either so inamoured with your job you haven't noticed, or you will in time... My positivity on this subject doe snto stretch far.

John Adair, godly saint on leadership who I have read of many time, quoted thrice and heard once, defines good leadership as 'exemplify the qualities that they expect from others'. Bless him. I think a good leader is one who can not be personal but be personal, not be egotistical but confident, and despite every theorist and academic summises good leaders do not need to be good at what they do (I know!) I think they should at least have SOMETHING that helps you respect them.

And sadly that is where I fail with my current boss. He is such as twat it hurts to use that word. At least a cunt, twat, dick has some form of appeal at some point to something, whereas I think he truely is the lowest of the low.

I noticed today he has cows eyes. This made me almost teeter on liking him, but as he opened his vile mouth to discuss leadership lies and nuances, I almost threw up at the very thought.