The evil thing called Boss

Boss: This ain't good, why don't you try to make it look better?

Me: Better? How?

Boss: Actually, I want the reader should gather the complete idea even before they begin reading.

Me: And how do you do that?

Boss: Try editing the line from subject to further, and do not go for short cuts here. Write complete line to give them a feel about the subject.

Me: Okay

Boss: I want it on my table in 15 minutes, shouldn't be a problem?


Me: I will do it


Boss: Do it now..It is URGENT
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I swear, I imagined an Ally McBeal..stamped my feet, tossed my head and straightened my way to my hot seat

I tried to keep my calm.... I also tried becoming the catalyst to quality as well as productivity.

I imagined if I didn't have to churn our edited reams of notes, I would be the one dictating/ shouting/ re-editing/ reasoning. Without deigning, I would scheme a plan, I would try to imbibe focus.

I pretended to ignore the abrasive and brusquely dismissed tone  to those who can take it and glean value.



I still worked on it..duh..

Post editing the note

Boss: Umm..doesn't look good. Why don't you tailor out the irrelevant details?

Me: You asked me to make it detail oriented...so that the readers know about the stuff before reading (my ears felt the burning embers )

Boss: eh.. let it be. you won't be able to execute my thoughts...umm write subject to the previous note in place of further..........

Me: (@#$%^&*@#$%^&*) Pardon my french

Guess, it answers why Boss is evil

Corporate Communication

X1 & X2 got late for a meeting.

The client is a guy with swagger, is restless and has a lot to talk about. Their boss throws a disgusting glance and points to the chair showing mock anger.

Thoughts spawning in the meeting room, thereafter:

X1: Traffic was such a bitch, now it must be rabid and fanatical. I hate Mumbai and the pig headed snorting ugly asshole (Boss)

Boss: Got late as always..and they blame traffic...Must be ripping Norah Jones album while driving, I have Queens playing in my head.

Client: Am I making sense..hrmph... These guys look nonplussed, as they were last time too.

X2: If I could just doodle or scribble or day dream. The booze has not gotten over me...my gut is still wrenching... or do I look blank and play in my mind Tony Bennett's 'The Way You Look Tonight'...Laptop is twittering in the backdrop and I am still not outta hang over. Should I play my fingers on the wooden surface, or the dumb fuck is gonna wake me up from the slumber. I have secretly contemplated my boss's burial ceremony (sinister laugh within)

X1: Man! it is difficult to concentrate.