Like the majority of the populace, bosses, too, are often cogs in that unthinking unfeeling corporate machine — no more and no less than the worker bees — unaware of how the system operates and what it requires and demands of the unwilling, unknowing participants.
In all fairness there are good bosses and bad bosses and OK bosses and awful bosses, mean bosses and nice bosses. But they’re all bosses. They all exercise some control over you, and they are first and foremost beholden to the executives. This means that 99% of the time, even if you have the best boss in the world, he or she will still sell your ass out if that order comes down from on high.
There is some irony in the fact that “Boss’s Day” falls on a Saturday. Either that, or it’s a cruel joke, because no man could in good conscience urge you to take time out of your weekend, your free time, after you’ve put in 40 or 50 or 60 hours already this week, in order to genuflect, celebrate, and pay homage to those with superior station in life.
This year on Boss’s Day,don’t send him or her an e-mail, or a card, or a box of chocolates. I want you to celebrate. Really, really celebrate.
It doesn’t matter what you do as long as you don’t honor this bullshit “holiday”. Go take the kids to the park. Take your wife/husband to a nice dinner. Go for a bike ride. Have a picnic. Rake some leaves. Crack open a liter of whiskey and get schnookered. Block that workspace out of your mind for the entire weekend. Instead, go spend time with people you care about and who care about you, doing something you want to do.
This is your life, take back as much of it as you can.