Bossman is the most clueless person I know. Sometimes I wonder if he is playing dumb. Like how he doesn’t know how to send a fax or use a measuring tape. Like, ‘do you really not know how to send a Fax, or would you just like me to do it for you?’ Just tell me, don’t act dumb!
He’s always busy too! Fluttering this way and that way. Holding meetings every other hour. Last month he was so busy that he asked me if I could be so kind as to buy him coffee at the supermarket. He didn’t ask me the question directly or even indirectly, for that matter.

He said (and these were his exact words), “R., do you enjoy going to the supermarket?” It was this totally random question and I’m like, where is he going with this? Does anyone really enjoy going to the supermarket? Like, is it pleasurable?
“I go when I have to,” I answered.
He pauses, like he usually does when I say something he doesn’t like. I fill in the silence, “Would you like me to get you something from the supermarket?” What I really want to get him is a Don’t Beat Around the Bush for Dummies guide and a Why I am not your personal assistant book—but then I think I might get in trouble.

Apparently Bossman was pretty busy counting calories that day. I think he goes to calorieking.com or something. He is the only man I know that counts calories and is so open about it too.

So, get this. Bossman will be doing the final revisions for this project that we are working on.
Now, I have to be very specific when I give him instructions to do something, very, very specific and simple and basically hold his hand during the whole process. So what do I do? I send him an email. A very thorough—yet simple—e-mail of where he can find the files, etc. I even attach a picture of where the files are located. If this were anyone’s first day working with us, they would’ve found the files, no problem. But not Bossman, Bossman needed me to go over to his desk and point out the files. Poor guy!

But who am I to poke fun at him. I was the one fighting with a box yesterday.