I always felt like I'd been blessed somehow to work for great bosses that I really respected. At around 45 years old, I was promoted to a position where I'd be reporting to a woman for the first time in my life. I met her on the interview and was impressed, but also a little intimidated. Undergrad from NYU, JD from Yale. Turned out to be the best experience of my life. If I could use AI to create the perfect boss it wouldn't be as good as she was.
Attractiveness? Nah. Her face was "not that ugly" at best. She had 10 kids, yes ten (with her 1 husband) and kept herself fit. In a business suit she looked okay, but I can only imagine what that stretched-out baby production factory might have looked like without tailored designer clothing.
Would I fuck her? Hell yeah! I was power-drunk every time I talked to her. Her reputation throughout the company was so prominent that just working for her meant no one would even THINK about fucking with me. My office was adjacent to hers, and I once saw a grown man literally weeping after getting a "talking-to" from her. Sometimes she'd quietly appear in my office door and when I noticed her I'd shit a brick. But she'd be like, "Let's get coffee and catch up."
Shit man, she got promoted and the dude who replaced her was the biggest asshole I ever met. And I don't mean hard to work for, I mean just a pathetic jerk who somehow landed a job he didn't deserve. I went from the best boss in the world to the absolute worst and left a few months later.
