How To Be A Great Boss Novels & Stories

How do you preach a gospel that you havent even practiced before and simply because you are something of a big shot, you expect that I am going to believe every single word you say and take it without any form of questions? "I know that you may find this to believe ma, but I have done my due diligence and I can tell you for a fact that being that mean boss might make you think that you are making progress with your people but the truth is that, it is not actually helping you to achieve anything. So for your own good, I highly advise that you stop it." "Sir, I am not a mean boss. I do what I must to make sure that my people are being put in check. That doesnt mean that I am mean."

"I... I don't know what to say. Thank you, Mr. Alex. But then, you have a lot to learn before you can take on such a responsibility. And, does Mr. Blake knows?" I stared at him for a long while. Father has forgotten this place, it was just a tiny establishment amongst the others he had and he put me in control of it but this man was still loyal to my late brother and my father. I could fire him but then I reminded myself of an important principle that guided my actions: never take from the innocent, only people who had wronged me, Clark has never wronged me so he was good to go. "I'm willing to learn," I assured him. "I've been studying the industry, attending conferences, and networking wit

"Their coffee order. Their agenda. What they're worried about. The email they didn't send but will scream at you for not reminding them to send. You're not there to take orders, Ev. You're there to prevent disasters before your boss even gets a whiff of smoke." I wrote it down in my own little notebook, though I already knew I'd be terrible at this. Rule #1: Expect. Don't ask. It had been a great idea in theory—universal and ominous, like something from a podcaster's self-improvement show. But I did not have Liam's sense. He was born ready. "Let's rehearse something," he snapped suddenly. "Your boss has a 10 a.m. meeting with the head of legal. He's five minutes behind time, and traffic's wo

"Yes... you pay them handsomely. But there's more to being a great boss than overpaying your workers to endure your personality." "Like what?" "Like actually learning their names," she said, heading for the door. "And maybe being polite once or twice. It won't kill you, Nate. Try to be a human being instead of a machine." I growled at her back. "Fine! I'll try to smile and be polite from now on. Happy?" "I'll believe it when I see it. See you later, Nate." Once she was gone, the silence of the office felt heavy. I looked at the spot on the rug where Cindy had stood, dripping water. I picked up the phone and dialed HR.

"Easy, help her increase her revenue by 100 percent, and you are on the right path." "But how can I do that?" "All you have to do is do what I tell you to do." "Okay sir" "For starters, you need to get on the bad side of your boss." "On my first day?" "On your first day."

“This isn’t what you should be trying to find out. You only have to focus on performing well on the job… The best way to thank our big boss is to be serious about your work by making our bar popular…” Hannah nodded. She didn’t ask further despite really wanting to find out who exactly the big boss was. That’s because she wanted to remember that person. She’d never forget someone like him who offered a helping hand during her toughest times… She wanted to repay the kindness in the future, as her parents taught her the importance of being grateful.

“Yes!” Youyou suddenly let out a giggle. “Oh, that must mean that uncle is the boss! My mommy has always been diligent, so can you give her a pay raise and a bonus at the end of the year? How about an encouragement prize on International Women’s Day for Mother’s Day? Can you also give her some rewards…? You need to be generous as the boss. That way, your employees will work harder for you, okay?!” What an impish little fellow!

"Stand straight when I’m talking to you. I'm your boss, not your girlfriend." From the look on his face, I knew he didn’t expect that tone from me. His brows lifted, lips parted slightly in surprise. But still, he stood. Straight. Tall. Obedient. Good. "But—" I didn’t let him finish. I sliced through his words with my voice. "Take an excuse before speaking, Mr. Max." He paused, blinked. "Okay… ma’am." I gave a sharp nod. "Rule two—every job you're assigned, you treat it like it's your last chance to impress. Mess it up, and you're dealing with me, not the HR department."

There was something about Charles that just made you want to open up to him, or be relaxed in his presence. He slowly nodded his head. "That's the type of answer that I like to hear. Now, I just want to give you a sort of broad overview of what this job would entail. As a boss, I put a lot of stock in office morale. I think it leads to a better work environment and more productive employees. Obviously the best way to go about doing this is to increase happiness and reduce stress or unnecessary tension. So this is where you would come in. Are you with me so far?"

Then, she heard a friend calling her and went off to join them. Willow walked over to my side. "Now you understand, right? If you want your employees to work hard, you pay them well. If you want them to have a stable life, you help remove their worries," I said. Willow nodded firmly. "In the future, I want to be a good boss like Daddy and make sure everyone can work and live easily." Looking at her serious face, I pulled her into my arms and planted a big kiss on her cheek. "My daughter is amazing!"