I Am Fascinated By Human Behavior
He's my boss, the guy who writes my paychecks, so I have to tread very delicately through his field of delusions.
I've been in his employ for 29 years. One would think that's long enough a relationship for there to be some semblance of stability, but, no.
He's nuts.
He loves conflict, thrives on frisson. There are only four of us in his employ, loyal to his steadfast ability to steer our little company through the worst of financial times, but we all pay the price of dealing with his neurosis.
The game he's been playing with me is a story in itself, which I did write about here on EP long ago, and deleted.
He has an uncanny desire to screw around with people, even our customers.
In Scandanavian mythology, he is the embodiment of Loki, the trickster god.
One would think, after all these years, I had developed a thicker skin. I have.
My boss inflicts flesh wounds, but he can't get at my soul. Not that he doesn't try.
For all of my adult life, and as child, I have been the captain of my life, sailing through worse seas of abject insanity than he presents.
But it still ****** me off that I have to sail into his bullshit every day.
Trying to find distance, I steer my boat into as calm a port as I can find.
EP is one of them.
I've been in his employ for 29 years. One would think that's long enough a relationship for there to be some semblance of stability, but, no.
He's nuts.
He loves conflict, thrives on frisson. There are only four of us in his employ, loyal to his steadfast ability to steer our little company through the worst of financial times, but we all pay the price of dealing with his neurosis.
The game he's been playing with me is a story in itself, which I did write about here on EP long ago, and deleted.
He has an uncanny desire to screw around with people, even our customers.
In Scandanavian mythology, he is the embodiment of Loki, the trickster god.
One would think, after all these years, I had developed a thicker skin. I have.
My boss inflicts flesh wounds, but he can't get at my soul. Not that he doesn't try.
For all of my adult life, and as child, I have been the captain of my life, sailing through worse seas of abject insanity than he presents.
But it still ****** me off that I have to sail into his bullshit every day.
Trying to find distance, I steer my boat into as calm a port as I can find.
EP is one of them.