Today, I started the New Year with a news: I was promoted this year within the company. Now I have a better salary and position. How to say, I am a "boss". I do not even like to say bosses, but the boss tells me that I am now "chief". Since in the book "Let's Make Money" by Sheryl Sandberg I learned an important lecture on confidence, let's say I'm very proud that I managed to become a "boss". I can not stay without writing two words of enthusiasm for this gift.
That's how my ex-boss killed my life when I was working in another company! Oh God! I have nothing to do with singles (that I am alone), but she was about 40 years old, single, and, say the right, very frustrated. Her favorite table of firing was every morning. It was in search of a man and whenever he did not walk in the romantic exits, he made us like us who were under us. No cause. If you were fit, even worse. I have assisted in how, in a spectacular way, I undermined the career of a really capable girl. I do not understand why he was so insecure as he was qualified and the lady in her job.
Lesson 1: I will never become a boss like "She" promised myself. And I came out in the first two months. I will continue to have my colleagues allied to success, especially if they are girls. Light and flame of a candle will not happen if it sparks another candle.
My former boss was an unprecedented delirious. Simplicity in appearance, typical "look" of sex officer with glasses, narrow tube ends, three-folded jacket, jackets, suits; "Mode icon ", do not you say that!
In addition to the 2-3 colleagues in the department, in the rest we had wages away from being "signed" from head to toe, to the trak- thong shoe trap and the high voice to show the marks, was a real annoyance , a marked ethical absence.
Lesson no. 2: I will never do those who have less than me to feel bad. And, in fact, among us there are girls who even star-dressed, with HM, have enough behavior and self to have a Chanel bag next to them .
I Samanta, I promise to be a constructive, human, motivating boss.
With love, Samanta!
