My boss is a tyrant. She screams, flies off the handle, can’t effectively communicate her needs, and yet she expects me to work productively with a smile on my face each and every day. There are days I’m ready to have a serious conversation with her explaining why I’m going to quit and take a better, higher paying job with someone who will respect me.

But since she’s only 32-inches tall and is currently running around with a yogurt-baked bean slime streak in her hair while hitting the sofa with a squeaky hammer, I am reminded why I’m holding back…