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Inspired by @OVOvince and his recent thread...
I have to get this off my chest.
My BO$$ is a jerk.
Sometimes, I hate my BO$$, because he rides me so hard.
First off, the guy has a real ego problem. He insists that I refer to him as BO$$, and not "boss." When typing notes, he often makes me replace an "s" in a sentence with a dollar sign, a "$." He never really gave me a rational answer for why he makes me do this stupid $HIT. Last time I asked him, he said something about "money over everything."
The guy has a real attitude problem, too.
For instance... lately, he hasn't stopped smiling and laughing. Whenever I look at him, he's either deep in focus, or laughing and smiling. It kind of creeps me out. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being happy, but this guy just takes it to a kind of weird, almost clownish level. After a successful sales call, he does this evil cackle that sounds like the caricature of a megalomaniac's evil devil laugh.
I mean, the guy literally lets out a hearty: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! when he hangs up with a prospect.
I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself, like I haven't really explained why my BO$$ is such an a$$.
He really is a freakin' jerk, man.
Like, the other day, he woke me up at 4:48am, and told me to start working. He said I have nothing better to do. He reminded me of the "stupid A$$ I'm gonna buy a Bugatti thread" I created, and told me that I had no business sleeping, until I finally post pictures of a brand new Bugatti.
He's always pulling random $HIT like that out of his A$$, trying to figure out ways to get under my skin and motivate me.
Today, I had a great sales call. It is the first deal I've ever worked that will yield a seven figure commission. After the call, I jumped up and down, pumped my fist and yelled a bunch of sentences with exclamation points at the end of them. My BO$$, always the disciplinarian, sternly told me to sit my A$$ back down and get back to work. The job is not done, he scolded me. He told me that after I close the deal, I could celebrate by closing another deal.
My BO$$ roots for the bad guys in movies, and all of the advice he has ever given me in life comes from the bad guy in a movie.
Awhile back, I had broken up with my girlfriend, and you know what he said to me?
He said:
That was the end of the conversation.
He brought it up later that day, and hit me with this:
He asked me when I was going to let money have her way with me, when I would finally give in to her calling my name. He told me that money loves me, and that she shows this by how she takes care of me and everything I care about.
My BO$$ is a pretty single-minded type of guy. Today, after the million-dollar sales call, he made me listen to the recording of the conversation, and then manually type out the conversation notes word by word. The conversation itself lasted a half an hour, but the typing and analyzing lasted twice as long. I didn't even bother protesting about the extra time. I already knew what'd he say in response if I did. He'd tell me that a winner doesn't complain about doing what it takes to win. He'd tell me that immigrants toil and sweat in strawberry fields, so why can't I sit in a climate-controlled environment and type out notes that will get me to the top.
My BO$$ demands the best from me, and to this day, he claims that he has never gotten "my best." He always tells me that there is a "next level," no matter which level I climb to, no matter how many planes I lift myself above my past, current and even future states.
Don't get me wrong. My BO$$ does motivate me, in some pretty unique ways. Like Grant Cardone, he is under the impression that a "nine to five" job means a job that you work 95 hours per week. Considering that I have worked weekends for the past several hundred weekends, I think that I have definitely hit 95 hour work weeks more than once.
Sometimes, I think my BO$$ crosses the line. It's just that I think he's a little too obsessed sometimes. Lately, he has been talking to me while I'm in the shower, getting in my head by talking to me about a deal I'm working on, or a client I'm pursuing. I can't even open a bottle of shampoo without my BO$$ bringing up money and markets.
Eminem's song My Darling - above - pretty much expresses the intensity, immensity, density and destiny of my relationship with my BO$$.
The relationship with my BO$$ is starting to feel pretty codependent, like maybe the love of money IS the root of all evil, and it's too late to reverse the sale to the buyer. All sales are final, my BO$$ tells me.
I see my BO$$ in the mirror.
Yea, I see a BO$$ in the mirror. Do you have a BO$$ like mine, always breathing down your neck, with you wherever you go, constantly reminding you of the day's task, of your life's task?
My BO$$ has invaded my self-talk, and continually applies psychologically warping mental techniques on my mind. I feel brainwashed, as if I have no control over my own actions. What my BO$$ says goes, and I obey in everything that I do. Everything I am and everything I do is subjugated to the BO$$ in the mirror.
Ayn Rand would approve of this. At least, that's what my BO$$ tells me.
My BO$$ reminds me that my biological parents didn't understand me, which is why I had to adopt Nietzsche as my father, and Ayn Rand as my mother, both of them my eternal $PIRITUAL parents. What I do in life, I do to honor them. My BO$$ always reminds me that it is action - and not talk - that wins wars and impresses parents.
My BO$$ tells me to meditate. I think his meditation techniques are simply methods for him to obtain further and more complete dominion over my mind. I'll describe one of his meditation techniques briefly below.
Many people advocate and understand the basic principles of meditation, my BO$$ tells me. He tells me that, these days, it is practically commonplace for people to espouse the benefits of controlled breathing, and consciously controlling the consciousness.
Those who understand the principles of mind control present in neural linguistic programming (NLP) know the concept of "anchoring." Jordan Belfort discusses this in his Straight Line System, and in the Wolf of Wall Street scenes, you see him firing off anchors.
A person will set off an "anchor" to anchor themselves back to a desired mental state in reality. For instance, if you desire the mental state of dominance and confidence, you must identify in your mind this sensation. Perhaps it was a time when your favorite team won a big game, a time you mastered a skill, an extremely positive personal victory in your life, a time you beat your squat, bench or dead lift record. Once you have captured and imprisoned this feeling in your mind, you tie, bind and triple associate that mental state with a very specific action.
Typically, an NLP practitioner will employ subtle anchors. In the scene below - 2:38 to 2:42 - Belfort is firing off anchors A) with the gravel in his voice and B) with the chest-punch as he yells: Deal with your problems by becoming rich.
My BO$$ employs a very extreme sort of anchoring process, that involves extremely loud, bass-boosted music.
Anyway, my BO$$ is crazy, and he's telling me that I have to get back to work. Better listen to him.
This guy doesn't play games when it comes to hard work and money.
I have to get this off my chest.
My BO$$ is a jerk.
Sometimes, I hate my BO$$, because he rides me so hard.
First off, the guy has a real ego problem. He insists that I refer to him as BO$$, and not "boss." When typing notes, he often makes me replace an "s" in a sentence with a dollar sign, a "$." He never really gave me a rational answer for why he makes me do this stupid $HIT. Last time I asked him, he said something about "money over everything."
The guy has a real attitude problem, too.
For instance... lately, he hasn't stopped smiling and laughing. Whenever I look at him, he's either deep in focus, or laughing and smiling. It kind of creeps me out. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being happy, but this guy just takes it to a kind of weird, almost clownish level. After a successful sales call, he does this evil cackle that sounds like the caricature of a megalomaniac's evil devil laugh.
I mean, the guy literally lets out a hearty: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! when he hangs up with a prospect.
I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself, like I haven't really explained why my BO$$ is such an a$$.
He really is a freakin' jerk, man.
Like, the other day, he woke me up at 4:48am, and told me to start working. He said I have nothing better to do. He reminded me of the "stupid A$$ I'm gonna buy a Bugatti thread" I created, and told me that I had no business sleeping, until I finally post pictures of a brand new Bugatti.
He's always pulling random $HIT like that out of his A$$, trying to figure out ways to get under my skin and motivate me.
Today, I had a great sales call. It is the first deal I've ever worked that will yield a seven figure commission. After the call, I jumped up and down, pumped my fist and yelled a bunch of sentences with exclamation points at the end of them. My BO$$, always the disciplinarian, sternly told me to sit my A$$ back down and get back to work. The job is not done, he scolded me. He told me that after I close the deal, I could celebrate by closing another deal.
My BO$$ roots for the bad guys in movies, and all of the advice he has ever given me in life comes from the bad guy in a movie.
Awhile back, I had broken up with my girlfriend, and you know what he said to me?
He said:
That was the end of the conversation.
He brought it up later that day, and hit me with this:
He asked me when I was going to let money have her way with me, when I would finally give in to her calling my name. He told me that money loves me, and that she shows this by how she takes care of me and everything I care about.
My BO$$ is a pretty single-minded type of guy. Today, after the million-dollar sales call, he made me listen to the recording of the conversation, and then manually type out the conversation notes word by word. The conversation itself lasted a half an hour, but the typing and analyzing lasted twice as long. I didn't even bother protesting about the extra time. I already knew what'd he say in response if I did. He'd tell me that a winner doesn't complain about doing what it takes to win. He'd tell me that immigrants toil and sweat in strawberry fields, so why can't I sit in a climate-controlled environment and type out notes that will get me to the top.
My BO$$ demands the best from me, and to this day, he claims that he has never gotten "my best." He always tells me that there is a "next level," no matter which level I climb to, no matter how many planes I lift myself above my past, current and even future states.
Don't get me wrong. My BO$$ does motivate me, in some pretty unique ways. Like Grant Cardone, he is under the impression that a "nine to five" job means a job that you work 95 hours per week. Considering that I have worked weekends for the past several hundred weekends, I think that I have definitely hit 95 hour work weeks more than once.
Sometimes, I think my BO$$ crosses the line. It's just that I think he's a little too obsessed sometimes. Lately, he has been talking to me while I'm in the shower, getting in my head by talking to me about a deal I'm working on, or a client I'm pursuing. I can't even open a bottle of shampoo without my BO$$ bringing up money and markets.
Eminem's song My Darling - above - pretty much expresses the intensity, immensity, density and destiny of my relationship with my BO$$.
The relationship with my BO$$ is starting to feel pretty codependent, like maybe the love of money IS the root of all evil, and it's too late to reverse the sale to the buyer. All sales are final, my BO$$ tells me.
I see my BO$$ in the mirror.
Yea, I see a BO$$ in the mirror. Do you have a BO$$ like mine, always breathing down your neck, with you wherever you go, constantly reminding you of the day's task, of your life's task?
My BO$$ has invaded my self-talk, and continually applies psychologically warping mental techniques on my mind. I feel brainwashed, as if I have no control over my own actions. What my BO$$ says goes, and I obey in everything that I do. Everything I am and everything I do is subjugated to the BO$$ in the mirror.
Ayn Rand would approve of this. At least, that's what my BO$$ tells me.
My BO$$ reminds me that my biological parents didn't understand me, which is why I had to adopt Nietzsche as my father, and Ayn Rand as my mother, both of them my eternal $PIRITUAL parents. What I do in life, I do to honor them. My BO$$ always reminds me that it is action - and not talk - that wins wars and impresses parents.
My BO$$ tells me to meditate. I think his meditation techniques are simply methods for him to obtain further and more complete dominion over my mind. I'll describe one of his meditation techniques briefly below.
Many people advocate and understand the basic principles of meditation, my BO$$ tells me. He tells me that, these days, it is practically commonplace for people to espouse the benefits of controlled breathing, and consciously controlling the consciousness.
Those who understand the principles of mind control present in neural linguistic programming (NLP) know the concept of "anchoring." Jordan Belfort discusses this in his Straight Line System, and in the Wolf of Wall Street scenes, you see him firing off anchors.
A person will set off an "anchor" to anchor themselves back to a desired mental state in reality. For instance, if you desire the mental state of dominance and confidence, you must identify in your mind this sensation. Perhaps it was a time when your favorite team won a big game, a time you mastered a skill, an extremely positive personal victory in your life, a time you beat your squat, bench or dead lift record. Once you have captured and imprisoned this feeling in your mind, you tie, bind and triple associate that mental state with a very specific action.
Typically, an NLP practitioner will employ subtle anchors. In the scene below - 2:38 to 2:42 - Belfort is firing off anchors A) with the gravel in his voice and B) with the chest-punch as he yells: Deal with your problems by becoming rich.
My BO$$ employs a very extreme sort of anchoring process, that involves extremely loud, bass-boosted music.
Anyway, my BO$$ is crazy, and he's telling me that I have to get back to work. Better listen to him.
This guy doesn't play games when it comes to hard work and money.
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BOSS! Just saying! Why allow someone else to dominate and control your life. Step into your own power and instead of allowing someone else to make the rules and dictate where you're going in life.
Rep+ for this post and the sales hustle.
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