Though the majority of my working life has seen me self-employed, I did take brief forays into working for others. The few times I had bosses, I actually enjoyed telling them off, when they were true jerks. My fondest memory, along those lines, was when I was an AM for a large furniture store. At a big company meeting, one morning, the District Manager let it be known that he had me followed as I went along my outside duties, that included cold-calling apartment complexes. I stood up, let him know what I thought of his spying, told him where he could go, and promptly walked out of the place, never to return. A co-worker told me to hold on, and joined me. We had a very nice breakfast and parted company (pun?), for good. I sometimes wonder where that guy ended up. Earlier on, at that same company, I let the owner of this large national chain know exactly what I thought of his overblown ego and pedantic ways: During a meeting with him and the Manager of the outlet we were in, as he droned on and on about how everything had to be his way, and this and that, I fell asleep in my chair, only a few feet from him! The Manager told me that he told her to let me sleep because I deserved it, since I worked so hard for him. That is another one of my fondest memories of working for others.
