My Boss

I think I have too many bosses, and maybe I always have. Growing up, my parents were my bosses, telling me what to do and when. Of course, my teachers also became my bosses, some really good, and some, well, not so much. Various other family members, neighbors, and other adult-type-persons also bossed me some.

Then, I entered the work world and found out about real bosses. From my humble beginnings delivering the newspaper for the Novato Advance, to my current position as a mail carrier on those same Novato streets, I have had many, many bosses. I will not comment on them, but to explain that the variety and diversity of my employment experiences has often led me to believe that old adage that the worst workers are the ones that are promoted. Sorry to any former or current boss that may be reading this, but that has been true for me.

When I met, and then later married, Gina, I had my best boss ever! I think Micheal Scott needs to give her his coffee mug for sure! She is loving and caring and yet keeps me on track and on task with a kind, yet firm hand. She's not even really a boss, but I have to include her on this list, because she helped make...

My New Boss! Yup, my little love bug of a daughter - Georgia! She tells me what to do - all of the time now! When she wants me to lay on the floor, she tells me so, and then pats her hand firmly on the carpet where she wants me. When she needs anything, she pats on me and tells me in loud, firm tones. Milk please! Dressy Bessy please! Up down please! And now the latest, Georgia's command from this morning.

"Daddy, get in the shower, RIGHT NOW!"

My newest boss, ladies and gentlemen. Quite the taskmaster, but so hard to refuse.