For your overworked staff, you are the Anti-Christ of their corporate dome (or doom!). You raise hell while your fat-ass gets the credit for their job well done. You cannot blame them or sincerely hate them. Just imagine the soap opera of their cubicle drama where life revolves around the 8 x 8 cell and their sorry excuse for life is the
virtual world of a lifeless computer (and you'll know where they're coming from!). But what sucks in this life is you have to kiss somebody else's ass, and they also have to kiss yours!
But don't you leap from joy just yet because your food chain has its own share of savagery. Remember the proverbial whim "the customer is always right?" Well, it's time to fawn at your feet and deliver your fancy best to your delusional clientèle.
A good manager effectively deals with his customer without saying no. A no-no is a form of business suicide. You don't directly say no, but you just say it in another way. Something that will still leave a positive note of goodwill when actually, you just want to bury them six feet under for their death wish. This is where euphemism comes in.
As ridiculous as the English language can be, so are clients' logic! For instance, a boxing ring is not round but actually square; Guinea pig is not a pig nor from Guinea; or a hotdog is
not dog meat. So is clients' logic. When you refuse an offer, you don't say "Take your shit some place else!" A wise manager would say "These are the things we can do", while you're deviating from the real point. They don't want to be confronted with the blatant truth. They want your expertise in creating alternatives they don't actually need.
So in the end, everybody get their hell of a fair share. Your manager gets the sack too! Or better yet, the big boss gets nagged from his philandering wife or tricked with half his treasure chest with a divorce!
