If I were Queen of the world…

I am a very bad boss.

In my entire life, I’ve been responsible for only one employee. She was great. Really sweet. She would come to the office, we’d make a couple cups of tea, we’d start work, and then — half an hour or so later — we’d have a conversation like this:

Her: So, I have a dentist appointment. I’ll see you later.

Me: Um… but… okay.

Then she wouldn’t come back until the next day, by which time I’d have finished her work for her.

I’m pretty sure that’s not how the whole boss thing is supposed to work.

Lately, I’ve read a couple interviews like this and this, and I’ve been wishing I could re-try the relationship. With my long dreamed-for butler. A butler who would run my own personal coffee bar, proofread projects, and maybe do a few household chores in between. Is that too much to ask?

This picture, by the way, is not of a butler in the traditional sense. It’s a picture of a guy whose name is Butler. But if my butler happened to look like this, I would be okay with that.

3 thoughts on “If I were Queen of the world…

  1. I don’t know. It looks like he’s hatching a plan to insert typos into your manuscript. Or not seep your tea for a full five minutes. I’m not sure you should trust him.

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