1. I am a bad example (sometimes).
I arrive late sometimes, but in my excuse the queen is never late, everyone else is simply early. I’d like to think that’s valid. Due to that bad habit of mine, my subordinates arrive 2 hours later than I do and pass requirements very late. Which brings me to the next one…
2. I am too kind.
I’m not really much for scolding or getting mad. I would like to thank Audrey Hepburn for this quality I have. I think it’s admirable but you’ll never know when people might abuse my kind heart. Which also brings me to the third one…
3. I like responsibility, so much so that I would rather do many things.
A leader isn’t supposed to carry all the burden, even more so to not carry any at all. It’s supposed to be a team effort. But due to my OC-perfectionist attitude, I like to do a lot of things in my own way and terms. It sounds pretty bossy and relieving for my subjects because they would feel either useless or reluctant to do the job for me anymore. It’s a tough call.
4. I’m too friendly.
Sometimes a boss needs to have this certain tough, scary aura to keep your people in line. But for me, I want to be like Princess Diana, except dying in a car accident. I want the people to respect and love me for my kindness and awfully good looks (what?). Then again, I’ve always found Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl with her schemes, posse, and gigantic ribbon headbands to be effing awesome so I don’t know where I stand anymore.
5. I am too scared to make mistakes.
Maybe that’s why I’m too kind, so people wouldn’t say anything bad about me. Or why I like to do most of the work, so that I can see that it is perfectly polished to perfection. Or why I’m too friendly, so they wouldn’t be scared of being my subordinate. Or why I try to be a bad example sometimes so that they wouldn’t think I’m Miss Perfect that one mistake will crush my reputation.
I’d like to think that even if it all makes me a suck-y boss, that on the flipside, it makes me a good one. A caring, approachable boss that people still look up to.
Then again, I could always turn to Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada. That work? To die for. Literally, that’s why Emily Blunt got hit by a car.