Like a Boss Chapter 1

Okay so the other day I was called "boss" for the first time, and I have to say it is weird.  It feels strange, and I am not sure if I will ever get used to it.   I sorta cringe when people say it, but I guess I should be more welcoming to it, well, because it is real.  Super real.  Grey hairs soon kinda real.

But whatever. 

I had this talk with one of my closest friends a couple of months ago and we were discussing starting a "young professional" blog.  I am not sure, if I fall into this category anymore, considering I am eight years at my job and am now I guess, in charge and not looking to advance anytime soon.  So I have decided that since there is going to be a lot to talk about in the next years or so I will talk about my experience as a professional in general, like a boss, or whateves.

So.
Chapter One
Before becoming a "boss" I noticed as a supervisor that a lot of people talk to themselves.  Now its not just that curse at your computer cause it's acting dumb kinda talking to themselves.  Like for real talking to themselves.  A whisper like sound, thoughts coming out of their head instead of staying in there where they belong.

Now, like a boss, I am concerned.  But I figured it out.  I know why.  It's not because these people are crazy.  It is because they are guilty.  Guilty of doing something they are not supposed to be doing, or lack of doing anything at all.  Mostly the latter.  When I walk by someone and they are doing nothing, it is easy for them to begin talking to themselves to make it seem like they are super occupied and engulfed in a task.  I have been testing this out.  And I even thought back to when my previous boss was around...and guess what, I used to do it to.  It is quite a smart idea if you think about it, and most people, I think, are doing it subconsciously now.  Without thought, it's like a natural reaction to a boss walking by.

Problem is.  I am really fucking smart (ahahhaa).  Like super duper smart, and I know all the tricks of the trade.  I studied sociology, psychology, and social work for way too long and I have the ability to analyze your every word.  Sometimes I feel like Sookie fucking Stackhouse.  I can read into your body language more than you ever know. 

I am pretty sure this might not be something that is good for me.  Or for my well being.  Everytime I walk by someone and they are talking to themselves, I am tempted to ask them, "hey can you ask the person you are speaking with to let you know you need to "do some work" rather than look like a crazed person.

Please and thank you, paranoid non working crazy train.

Ps.  I don't care that you are taking some down time, as long as your shit gets done in the end, no questions asked.  Imaginary friend or not.