isn’t it awkward?

the boss was in a good mood.

too good, in fact, that it became creepy.

isn’t it awkward when your boss tries to be your friend, or at least tries to engage in some generic male bonding talk?

I mean, you get placed smack right into a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation where there’s no other way out but to mumble acquiescence even if the things your boss says are grippingly, gallingly politically incorrect.

I’ll admit it, I’m not one for small talk. I value the notion of personal space like my life depended on it. I hate it when i’m forced to say something I don’t want to say. And I especially hate it when I get caught up in other people’s self-love.

So why bother, you ask, that I agree with what the boss says? Because unfortunately, the concept of “another choice” isn’t really an option. And if kowtowing to him means I get to pick up a paycheck, then I’m willing to swallow some humble pie.