The Bosshole® Chronicles
The Bosshole® Chronicles
'Twas the Night Before Christmas ... (non-Bosshole® Version)
Something for the holidays. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to The Bosshole Transformation Nation!
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the office, not a creature was stirring, not even a novice. The reports were all filed by the deadline with care in hopes that a good boss soon would be there. The employees were nestled all snug at their desks with visions of feedback that truly connects, and the manager in her kerchief, reflecting on past, had just settled down from a year that flew fast. When out in the hallway there arose such a clatter, she sprang from her chair to see what was the matter. Away to the window she flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave luster to parking lot cars down below. When what to her wondering eyes did appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. With a wise old driver, so lively and quick, she knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick. More rapid than eagles, his courses they came, and he whistled and shouted and called the by name. Now Dasher, now dancer, now prancer and vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen, to the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all. As lessons from bad bosses teach us to grow, when we meet with obstacles, up we must go. So up to the rooftop, the courses they flew with a sleigh full of gifts, and Saint Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, she heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As she drun her head and was turning around, down the chimney, Saint Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of insights he had flung on his back, and he looked like a coach, just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples how merry, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, filling stockings with lessons, then turned with a jerk. Remember, he said, no one is born a bosshole. It's developing others that is truly the goal. Avoid public sarcasm, don't humiliate her shame, build trust and safety, psychological acclaim. Look beyond the briefcase, see head heart and more. Hire for the whole person, not just the score. Boost emotional intelligence, show empathy true, learn from past blunders, transform what you do. Give time and attention, perhaps even love. Create fearless teams that fit like a glove. Intervention works, bosses can change their fate. With feedback and heart, brighter tomorrows await. He sprang to a sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But she heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight Merry Christmas to all, and may your boss be a light.