BULL’S EYE: It pays to know your boss from your elbow
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I have always been fascinated by bosses, my admiration mixed with a sort of feral unease stirred by the reckoning that their breed is not mine, nor ever was. Part of the distance felt by the likes of me and my fellow army ants is that bosses seem born to the role – from the playground onward they’re genetically marked for the corner office.
At university you’d take care not to be cornered in the territory of future bosses, such as the bar at the Victoria Hotel in Grahamstown. Faced with them in a pack, outnumbered arts students would emit the anxious chittering of vervet monkeys.
These were accountants and economists, nothing special, who happened to have aptitudes not shared by the lesser ink-spotted likes of us. There they were in their veldskoens and rugby shorts, their tucked-in khaki shirts and little-boy haircuts. And on their right flank the lawyers, the ones who forever looked too old for their years...