Who dares enter my domain!? Don’t you know who I am? You think a lowly peon such as yourself is worthy of my precious time? Because, jeez Louise, I am absolutely slammed right now.
Tremble before me: I am the judge, jury, and executioner! I could slap a death sentence on you right now if I wanted to—no oversight, no checks, no balances. No anything.
I have to admit, I didn’t end up here through ambition or talent. I’m not the nephew of anybody important. One afternoon, the whole office got an email about all our funding being slashed. The next day, I was the only one who showed up. Now I’m an all-powerful overlord with a terrible bloodlust and an even more terrible work-life balance.
I sleep under my desk on a growing pile of takeout burger wrappers. I have to use PTO whenever the clocks change for Daylight Saving Time. My wife won’t even talk to me (there’s no bad blood between us; she just thinks I’ve been kidnapped).
At least without any coworkers, I have way fewer Zoom meetings. So there’s that.



