Hey there, pal, I’m with you all the way—nothing like a horrible commute to set your blood pressure soaring, right? But that’s small potatoes compared to a wild tale I heard on the news recently. Apparently, there was this bus driver in Sheffield who decided halfway through his morning route that he’d had enough of normalcy and hightailed it straight to the seaside with a busload of poor commuters! Can you even imagine? Everyone’s heading to work in the wee hours, probably grumpy enough as it is, and then, bam, the driver locks the doors and sets off on a joyride all the way to Bridlington. That’s roughly an hour and forty minutes of sheer panic. I’d be livid—like, what do you even say to your boss afterward? ‘Oh, sorry for missing that meeting, I took a quick detour to the beach with my unhinged bus driver!’ Seriously, talk about a meltdown waiting to happen.

Your boss sounds like a real piece of work. If it helps, I tried politely calling mine out on his nonsense once, but that only made him double down. Apparently, any whiff of criticism sends some folks into defensive overdrive. I ended up more stressed, so next time, I’m sticking to subtle sarcasm—throwing shade with a big, innocent grin. Sometimes you gotta play the game until it’s time to walk away, you know? ✌️

I’m in the same boat, but I tried venting my frustration by scribbling these goofy cartoons of my boss on sticky notes—little doodles that kept me entertained. One day, though, my boss actually strolled by, spotted one of the sketches on my desk, and asked with a big grin, “Hey, who’s that supposed to be?” My mind went blank. I panicked. Clearly, I wasn’t about to say, “Uh…it’s you!” So I just blurted out the name of some poor guy from the office—total random choice, no logic whatsoever. Then my boss squints at it for a second and goes, “Oh yeah, I see the resemblance.” The cartoon looked nothing like my coworker…especially considering he’s black and the doodle had basically zero detail beyond a vaguely potato-shaped head. But hey, my boss saw the “similarity” somehow!

Anyway, it definitely didn’t fix my workload, but the absurdity of it all became this weird source of relief.

Oooof, that’s brutal. Reminds me of the time my ex-boss went full dictator over, get this, leaving the office heater on! Like, it was freezing outside, we were all shivering, but apparently we were burning the place down with a bit of warmth. That power-mad prick kept badgering me until I finally snapped—told him to get lost, grabbed my coat, and left on the spot! Not exactly a graceful exit, but the feeling of sweet liberation was so worth it. Got that P45 in the post a few days later… best mail I’d received all year! 🤪