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About My Boss

I sometimes suspect that my boss knows my tendency to tweet her ridiculous comments and secretly loves the fame she may have. Other times, I think there is NO way she has a clue...

Beyond the insanely funny and often inappropriate things she says, she has a fiercely loyal heart and I'm grateful to have her on my team. We have legit life-conversations, and I feel honored that she sometimes asks my thoughts on non-work situations. We view the world in very different ways, she and I. But even in moments when we have the most opposing viewpoints, I feel certain that she is for me and for my best. And that is a rare and lovely thing in a workplace. I've come to realize she respects me, and to a certain degree, my faith.

I feel quite grateful for her this week, and encouraged that even though my job is nothing glamorous or thrilling, it is good for me to be here right now. I am sure of this.
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  1. Jackie12:02 AM

    Smiling right now.

    I can say I've struggled in finding this kind of relationship and respect in a workplace. not to say that I've worked in many, but I've often thought that my previous bosses never really knew me beyond my professional life. but perhaps they did, more than I thought. One of them said to me, "I don't think I'll ever figure you out. You're such a mystery..."

    I, too, feel grateful for your boss. and for you.

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  2. Beth8:51 AM

    Jackie - it's taken a year and a half to get to this point, and there have been a LOT of awkward conversations and moments of not-understanding, and i am pretty sure i will always be somewhat of a mystery... but even in all that imperfection, there is something good and solid that is forming...

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