You have your dream career, with all the perks, and a signed contract. Six weeks later, you find out the one person you absolutely despise is your company CEO. What is the backstory? How do you handle the situation?
Uh… Well, this is a little awkward. You see, ever since I was a kid, my dream career has been something that doesn’t involve a large corporation. Like, seriously, whether it was conscious or not, I have never, ever envisioned myself working for a corporation, nor have I ever wanted to.
The first career I clearly remember wanting was to be an actress or a singer, or both. (In my defense, I was five.) So yeah, even though Hollywood has producers and agents, there’s no real “CEO” of the movie industry. Also, I believe now that actors have to buy their own health insurance, and they have to hire managers that aren’t shady to handle their money.
The second career I remember wanting badly, and the one I originally went to college for, was teaching. Specifically, I wanted to teach kids with behavioral issues, because I was one of those kids. I never, ever wanted to teach at a private school, and because of the field I would have gone into, I probably would have never worked at a charter school. But there again, public school teachers are considered government employees, and (in spite of Orange Fuckface’s highly limited understanding of the position) a governor or a president is not a CEO.
Now, I’ve switched my major to social work, and in a few years, I hope to graduate from law school and continue working with DCS. I might stay in Indiana, but if, say, an opportunity opened up in Montpelier, or Boston, or some other state in the northeast, I would be all over it. Again, government work. No CEO to speak of.
That said, the one person I despise is my director. //snort// Come on, do you really think Orange Fuckface would ever try to become the director of a state-run agency?! Or Pence? Or Ryan? None of them would be willing to take the pay cut. Also, Pence slashed DCS’s funding when he was governor of Indiana, and we’re still feeling the effects today.
As to how I would handle the situation: With the loudest, most ringing silence ever. Oh, Director Orange wants me to do something he knows absolutely nothing about and couldn’t possibly understand, because Daddy paid for his degree in fucking hotel management while I put myself through law school? Sure thing, cheeto-dick, but while you’re jetting off to Mar-a-Lago, I have an actual job to do, so I’ll do that, instead of whatever verbal diarrhea you spewed at me.