Boss at a Loss
Dear
Claire,
I'm
an attractive, divorced woman of 36, managing a small financial
office of ten employees. When I began at this position a year ago,
I immediately established a very serious, businesslike environment
and quickly earned the respect of my staff. I am competent, a bit
of a perfectionist and quite able to handle the daily business
problems that occur. My staff gave me a birthday plaque with the
heading, “Wonderboss.” So now, Miss Wonderboss is in an
embarrassing pickle she is unable to handle.
I
came to work very early a few weeks ago to get some things done and
was accosted at the door by two armed men who pushed me inside and
demanded money from our safe. I complied and was then bound.
Really bound! They left me face down on the floor, hogtied and
gagged. When members of my staff arrived there I was, Wonderboss,
tied up in knots, thoroughly helpless. It took several of them a
few very embarrassing minutes to free me. I felt like an utter
boob.
Now,
several weeks later, I go through the boss motions but my confidence
and dignity are shattered. I feel my employees will forever have an
image of me bound in a heap on the floor. I hope you can give me
some suggestions on how to get out of this funk.
Tied Up In Knots
Dear
Tied,
Your
employees gave you a “Wonderboss” plaque because you are a good,
competent leader, not because they expect you to fight crime with
your own bare hands.
My
guess is that you are feeling violated and humiliated because you
were manhandled, tied, robbed and nearly killed (could have
happened), not because your employees witnessed your weakened
position. Many a buff side of beef has succumbed when faced with
the business end of an iron, cupcake.
I
suspect the funk will pass in time, as you heal from the trauma.
Have a little patience and you’ll be back on the horse.
Cry for Help
Dear
Claire,
I
have problems but I don’t want everyone to know! I can’t talk to my
school counselor or parents…
They
think that I’m not serious when I say I want to kill myself, but I
am. I’m not joking at all. I want to die... but I’m scared.
I
belong to a coven and they think that my fear of dying
makes me a wimp. I thought you could help me... although Gothic
stuff may not be your thing.
Now
I’ve started to smoke and drink. I always feel dizzy and sick. I
want to die so much. Please help me.
I’m Scared
Dear
Scared,
It
seems that you need more help than your counselor can give you. You
have to talk to a doctor ASAP.
Listen
to me, girlfriend. There is nothing, nothing in this world worth
killing yourself for. Nothing is worth self-destruction. You need
help to figure out why you are so angry. What got you so hurt that
you need to punish yourself and the price is your own life?
If
anybody gives you any more of this Goth crap, I want you to turn
around and walk away. Anyone who thinks that your life (and the
desire to live) has no value does not deserve your attention.
Pleeeease, I’ve been around the block a few times, so trust me on
this. Knock if off with the booze and smokes already, tell your
school nurse all you’ve told me and don’t stop until you get help.
Promise me!
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