- My Irritating, self centered, prig of a boss - Surprise, Surprise! I'm sure you had absolutely no idea that this was what it was going to be about now did you? Don't get me wrong here, I don't hate my boss, I just detest his absolute lack of sense and sensibility. He has the ability to elicit the most dour and sulky responses from everyone around him. The worst part is that he behaves like he's god. It would be okay if God were impotent istead of omnipotent but then boss dear is the former, not the latter.
Impotence isn't always sexual, sometimes the lack of power to do either good or to harm can be more humiliating and much more harmful than the inability to perform in bed. Sometimes you need to accept your failures and your shortcomings, but then absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Boss dear has everything going for him - a great degree, a fabulous work history, the ability to pull things out of thin air, that cuthroat ruthlessness that gives you the right to use people without any remorse and good ethics. Inspite of all this he still manages to rub people the wrong way. He lies, cheats, hoodwinks EACH AND EVERY PERSON in his sphere of influence - which pretty much includes every one. And no we're not talking about his personal life here.
Did I also mention that he has this predeliction for young people and the ability to make people around him feel old? It's like he sucks the vitality out of a room when he walks in, making the people inside feel like there's a dementor in their midst.
It gets so bad sometimes that I even feel faint but then that might be because everyone else around me begins to suffer from deodorant failure the minute he walks in. Hmmmmmmmmm..... Research required on that one. Will get back once the findings are in.
- Telecallers and their irritating promises of life on a platter - This is something that I really hate. I mean really, really hate. Abhor. Detest. Cross - my - heart - and - hope - to die - if - I - Lie. I truly hate this.
Ever since I got a salary account with this bank those girls have been after my bloody life to get either a credit card or a flexible FD or an add on card or something else equally inane. I mean why can't they leave me well alone? It's like isn't it bad enough that the world economy is crashing? Why do you have to make me a party to it? Aren't I doing my bit to channelise enough cash into the world's economy by eating out exclusively? What else do you want from me?
- Well meaning relatives and their equally well meaning intentions that ultimately result in a mishmash of everything - All I have to say is, Grandpa, Grandma, Auntie, Uncle, and everybody else besides, I'm happy, healthy, and perfectly sane. I'll get Married when I BLOODY WELL WANT TO AND NOT BEFORE THAT.Whew! That's a relief!
