I remember one time my mother stopped a very mean DMV employee in her tracks when she interrupted her and simply asked her: Why are you so mean?
I still wonder what (let’s call her Bertha) thought about my mother’s question… “hmm why *am* I so mean” because after the question she grudgingly showed quiet respect…
I want to ask Dr. Psycho (the pet spy of my boss)and my certifiably manic boss: Why are you so mean?
Today at our impromptu staff meeting she said (and as Dave Barry would say “I’m not making this up folks”) “For a moment of silence let’s think about honoring authority, how you need to respect authority and not question it. Just as a wife obeys her husband, you too must obey authority. Each of us has issues and if I mention your issues don’t get defensive, just accept it. Also don’t even think about complaining about me to the school board. I will find out who called and we will have words.”
I wash I had the courage to ask “Why are you so mean”