You're Not The Boss Of Me ...

I have an issue.

Okay, I have many issues – most of which will eventually become evident thru my blogging - but one in particular - I do not like to be bossed. I will avoid being bossed at pretty much all cost.

I believe this is a genetic trait because - I am pretty certain that no blood related female in my family has been bossed in any recent century.

Let me begin by clarifying – in case my boss ever stumbles onto this blog - that I am not referring to a boss/employee relationship. I respect the laws of seniority and one-up-man-ship that come with education, degrees and initials that sub sequentially get placed after your name.
So, Doctor _______… please, boss me at will.

I am also not referring to law enforcement personnel, judges, bailiffs, or laws and rules in general. If the bailiff tells me not to wear my hat or sunglasses while I am in the traffic court room - I will obey!

BUT:
• If you do not live in my house – do not tell me how to manage my time so that I can have enough hours to work out at the gym and have a body like yours.

• If you don’t have children in middle school, please don’t tell me how to get my child to “want to” do his homework and make good grades. Elementary school children are not the same as middle school teenagers - no matter what you think.

• If you haven’t been to dental school, don’t tell me that your child does not need another silver crown in his mouth.

• Just because your over 19 year old children aren’t inherently good – don’t try and convince me that mine aren’t.

• If I am late to work every single day for two weeks, (and you are not my boss), trust that I am well aware of my lateness and I hate it as much as you do.

• If I have strep throat on Monday, and my son gets strep throat on Wednesday, please don’t tell me when I am at your office again on Sunday - that my daughter’s sore throat and fever is just allergies and post nasal drip.

• If I say the tanning bed helps my attitude with life – don’t lecture me about the harmful effects of UV rays on my skin.

• If you’re drinking a Jim Beam and Coke – don’t tell me I should eat organic peanut butter. (In fact – no matter what you’re eating or drinking – never tell me to eat organic peanut butter).