I Wanna Be A Boss

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So, I'm sitting on the couch with Orange, Leaky Ass Lucy, watching Dirty Jobs and having a fart contest.  I'm losing.  In O so many ways.   While I'm waiting for enough snow to pile up so I can grab a shovel and make another bid to be just a middle age shoveling statistic, I am amused by the above bit of faux-Eskimo; the middle portion is somehow NOT flagged by my spell-checker.

I had lunch today with a couple of friends;  O architects all.  A booth of misery, I somehow managed to be the only one still employed; but admittedly only because I am still wobbling along with my own practice, and if my boss laid me off, he would be unemployed also, that dick.

Interestingly and oddly enough, both of these fine gentlemen spent some time working in my office.  Actually, one of them spent some time working in my attic before I moved the damn operation out of my house, and famously was once called en route between a meeting and a bar, so he could feed our dog (and join us, of course).  The other was a long time friend of mine from waaaayyy before I ever had to join productive society.  In sum total, we made a pathetic crew.  Not one of us making a frickin dime, and not one of us with an idea of where to turn.  After a year or two of anemic performance, our industry is now sucking plastic balls like never before, and outlook looks to be bleak for quite some time.  Maybe I should have been a cop.

I had a dream last night, and one of my former employers featured.  He was and  is a complete asshole, a supreme bigot and at least partly a nazi, as well as an abusive motherfucker and adulterer.  Not to mention a lousy architect.  I would, seriously, kill myself before I would work for him again, and I am more than a little disturbed by his appearance in my nightly episodes; bring back Mike Rowe and Barack Obama, please!

And still, I was the only one drinking a beer.  

After catching up with horror stories and other hilarious exploits, one turned to me and said, " ... so, where do we go from here?" As if I had any answers.  Hell, if I had answers, I wouldn't be this desperate....  

But it took me aback.  Where and when did I become a leader?  Why is someone looking to me for direction, I can't even manage my own hair.  I ended up running my own firm because I was unemployable and unable to play well with others.  I didn't wanna be a boss.

Somehow I ended up being one.  Yeah, ha-ha, very funny.