So my new boss is 29 years old. He's seven years younger than me. And he's my boss.
When I was 13 and going through puberty, my boss was in kindergarten.
When I was 18 and going off to college, my boss had no pubes and was in middle school.
When I turned 21 and got smashed drinking slippery nipples and something something apple bomb something's, he turned 14 and was probably popping his pimples and trying to hide his spontaneous erections in math class.
And now I'm 36 and he's 29 and totally the boss of me.
How did I get here, people? I have a degree! I was going places once! I had ambition! Goals! Purpose! Perky tits!
My only consolation? He's prematurely balding. It's not much, but I'll take what I can get.
Stupid baldy baby boss man.
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