A minor disclaimer just in case there is a tone of dissatisfaction expressed here—I love my job and my boss is awesome. That said, she and I have a lot in common we both love dresses and we have similar temperaments. We both like to smile, work hard when it is time to work, and play hard when it is time to play.
She’s a remarkable young woman. Although she’s only been in the industry for a few years, three to be exact, she has risen to the role of a managing executive. In the three years that I have been under her leadership she has impressively mastered a new language and confidently handled the challenges of relocating our central office with ease.
I do not know where she gets her seemingly endless supply of energy but she’s teaching me a thing or two about time management. She is great to be around and even though I have tons of tasks to tend to she insists that I be by her side and accompany her throughout the day. Don’t get me wrong, it’s part of my job description but she demands no less than 80 hours a week.
Somehow I am to find the time to attend to all of the finer details of her life, the company, and my life with good cheer, efficiency, and perfection. She believes in perfect, which is one of the reasons why I love working for her—it’s a nice goal to reach for and so each day I strive for her sake and mine.
Like most people my work day starts at 7:00 a.m.; my boss doesn’t need me after 3:00 p.m. but I spend the rest of the day, usually until 11:00 p.m. at the computer “working for her” while she hangs out poolside at the country club. Needless to say I envy her leisure lifestyle and I don’t need to remind myself that she deserves it. She’s earned it and one day I hope to have it like that too.
These long hours get the best of me especially when she needs me on the weekends. Most weeks I pull seven days but today she left for a seven day vacation, which only slightly impacts my work load. I will miss her and of course I wish I too could hang out at a golf course with friends and relatives but I have work to do.
Some may wonder how do I do it; I wonder the same all the time. Well, she’s a great motivator and I really don’t know what she’d do without me. There are also perks to being her personal assistant. For starters, she makes me want to be a better person and in many ways I aspire to be like her but most of all she believes in me and that causes me to believe in myself.
She’s the boss, and as sweet and charming as she is, she never lets me forget who is in charge. She doesn’t let me get away with slacking or being and doing less than my best. I find myself loosing myself in her because she has become my reasons, whys, and musts. She’s my boss but also my daughter, a princess, and very wise.