Sad to say, but these days far too many bosses get off on trying to turn you into their own private verbal punching bag. You know the kind. For the lamest of reasons, they just love to call you on the carpet and blast away at you with a barrage of words that spit out of their mouths like hot rounds from an Uzi.
And what joy they seem to get from it. Though their faces turn beet red, with veins that you never knew a human being were supposed to have bulging from their necks and foreheads, they seem to be having the time of their lives... at your expense.
Oooooh, how they want to get to you. Hoping to see you shrink to the size of DNA. They live for it. They feed on it, like blood to a vampire.
So...if you really want to OFF THE BOSS, dont let it em get to you.
Yeah... but it hurts!, you cry. And rightfully so. It can hurt. And it gets you mad. Damn mad! Especially if others are listening. There is a very primal human instinct to defend oneself when being attacked.
But what if you could create your own private bullet proof vest to bounce their useless words away from you, like gunfire ricocheting off Supermans big red S?
Sounds good, right? But you know youll never be able to get one of those vests. Heck, you can hardly afford kneepads for weekend rollerblading.
The good news is -- it doesnt cost you a cent. Its created in your mind. And very simply. All you have to do is ask yourself one simple question: Am I really being attacked?
Good question. Glad
you asked. Because now youre about to create that vest of steel with,
what we like to call:
From now on, whenever
your boss begins to spew their verbal vomit, simply let your mind take you
away from there. Not to some paradise, but to your friendly downtown...
thats right. Bear with us for a moment here. Come on, we've
all seen it. Going to traffic court or taking the wrong turn to the stadium;
or bringing in the VCR to a convenient carry-in factory repair shop
(why do convenient carry-in factory repair shops always have
to be located in what could pass for downtown Beirut?). But sometime in our
life, weve found ourselves driving through skid row. And on every street
corner, in every skid row in America, there is the proverbial Bag Lady.
OF COURSE NOT!
Do you really think that the boss has some great perceptive, perspicacious, intuitive understanding of how you fit into the great cosmic scheme of the universe! NO WAY!
You know that the poor soul is the way they are because budget cuts have kept them out of the loony bin and off their much needed medication...