Who’s the Boss?

Great 80s show with an interesting premise of a man working as a housekeeper for a successful woman.

I’ve been working administrative office-type jobs since I was 20-ish. Without a college degree, it seemed like my only way to make some decent dough in a respectable environment. I was able to land office jobs easily which, over the years, lulled me into a dangerous sense of security that I could always fall back on an office job. Administrative-Executive Assistant-Clerical-Receptionist girl became my thing. As long as there wasn’t too much drama, I was content sitting behind a desk bustin’ my arse for someone else.

Of all the office jobs I’ve had throughout my life, it was the last one that pushed me over the edge and propelled me into greatness. I spent almost 8 years moaning and crying about how much I hated the company yet I allowed myself to remain in that corporate hell because it was “5 minutes away from home” and provided me with “flexible hours” and the “paycheck was nice.” Those were my sorry excuses for not leaving a place that threatened to steal my sanity every day.

Until that one sweet day when ENOUGH was ENOUGH.

I began searching my soul for what I really wanted to do and be and all the ways I could make it happen. Self doubt turned into self confidence and I created momentum that helped me escape from that damn desk and stupid dark corner I sat in for so many years.

I heard a phrase that resonated deep in my soul which I don’t remember verbatim but the gist was this: If you don’t pursue your passions, you’ll spend the rest of your life working to sustain someone else’s. OUCH and OH HELL NO.

I don’t know how that statement makes you feel but I’m a Leo Lioness Warrior Queen and that ticked me off. Initially, I was just irked in general. Then it really hit me and I was angry at myself for allowing this to happen. It stings like crazy when you accept responsibility for fluckin up your life. But it’s this same sting that will push you to finally make a change. I’m big on owning up to my mistakes and bad decisions…it’s the only way to learn and grow from them. If you deflect from your own bad decisions, you’re doomed to repeat them and I had spent far too many years of my life on repeat.

I believe that good can come from any situation and this belief is very apparent in my life right now. All the pain, frustration, and tears forced me to take action and take full control of my life. The years of slaving for others has materialized into a hunger to work for myself and be my own freakin’ boss. It feels like a sick & twisted necessity: the absolute WORST and MOST PAINFUL situations prepare us for the BEST and MOST REWARDING victories. Like a rite of passage. A hazing into greatness. Not for the faint of heart.

So at the end of the day, I give gratitude for those difficult experiences. For all the annoying arse people I was forced to be around and work with. For the weak arse management that created a dysfunctional environment which rewarded the lazy incompetents and punished the dedicated hard workers. To all you shlub hubs who tried to keep me down and steal my accolades and take credit for my above-and-beyond labor and toil: THANK YOU for being my stepping stone to freedom. 🙂


Peace & Love.