I was talking to my father a couple of days ago, and he was complaining that his boss is such an asshole, and he felt like retiring early. He told me that he no longer have the motivation to work, and such things worries me as my father is never the kind who looses his motivation easily.
In some ways, my father is a boss too. He’s in quite a high position in his company, but he’s the kind who likes to inspire his subordinates. I still remember the times when I was a little girl and he brought me to his office often after school before he sent me home during his lunch time. People are often full of praise for my father. They said he’s a very good boss as he respect his subordinates and treats them like his friend after working hour. And I was so, so proud of him though my mother gets quite jealous when the ladies in the office are full of praise for her husband.
My father always have this ‘can do’ attitude and hardly show any lack of interest towards work until he have a new boss transferred into his office, so I was really, really shocked when he told me he felt unmotivated to work, and when he told me that I did the right thing in my life by choosing to be a freelancer instead of working under someone.
My father’s statement alarmed me, as all these while, he’s quite against me going into freelancing. He wanted me to have some financial stability instead of uncertainties. He must really be feeling the stress with all the office politics that he’s been thrown into to be saying such thing to me. 🙁
My father mentioned to me that this bloody bastard is a kind of dictator and have no respect for his subordinates and treats them like the lowest scum on the face of the Earth and never takes anyone’s opinion into consideration. His words must be treated like a decree, and he seems to think that everyone is some sort of walking creature with mush for brain.
What’s worst about this Hitler wannabe is he loves to take credits for other people’s works and blame people for the mistakes that he did, and he wants people to bow to him all the time, and not to mention that he loves apple polishers.
Worst of all, he’s the kind of people who doesn’t believe in meritocracy. That means… whoever licks his boots and his asshole clean, they would get the benefit out of it, and it doesn’t matter if they doesn’t know how to do work.
Sounds pretty much like an asshole who couldn’t get his dick up to me. Only cowards who have erectile dysfunction would demands others to respect them instead of earning it, and only useless craps favours another useless piece of shit. That must be it. He couldn’t get it up, and that is why he constantly makes others look bad and feel bad in order to make himself feels good.
I didn’t quite know how to comfort my father. I listened to his bitching. And comfort him in the only way I know how, which is to bitch with him about his work as well. At the end of our conversation, I told him one thing. I told him this:
“Daddy, if your boss is such an idiot, maybe you could use the best of it and make some money out of his idiosyncrasies. Write a book loosely themed around it. Maybe a book with the title ‘My Boss Is An Idiot’. Make the best of the situation. You don’t have to loose, you know? I’ll help you edit your book for free. The book would be a hit, and then you can retire with ease.”
I was expecting him to laugh at me for my somewhat half baked suggestion. But to my surprise, he didn’t. He looked at me thoughtfully and told me that he really taught me well, and he’s glad that I remembered that when life gives you a lemon, make lemonade out of it. He then thanked me for reminding him that.
His gratitude inspired a smile on my lips, and though I am not quite sure if our ranting session managed to de-stress him, but I thank God that ever since I left home, I don’t have much generation gap with my father, and I could talk almost anything to him as he treated me like an adult instead, unlike ‘you know who’Â who takes me as brainless bitch who who doesn’t know anything about life at all and often assault my ears each time we crossed path with nagging and contempt.
Looking at my father… sometimes, I think both of us are in the same shoes. People tend to take advantage of us because we are civilized to people and we respect people.
Looks like it is time for me and my father to learn and realize that some people, regardless of their role in our lives, are not worth to be respected, and we should not respect them just because that is expected of us. Respect is earned. Not demanded. I wonder…what does it take to get shitty people like that from stepping on our tails? Should we stop being nice and regard them with contempt instead? Perhaps we should show them that we’re not the kind of people to be messed with by snarling into their face and make them pay for what they did to us. Perhaps, that is the most effective way to stop people from stepping on our head and stabbing on our backs!
Cleffairy: Apple polisher is the worst kind of human being, but when life gives you a lemon, make lemonade out of it.