This won’t get me a raise…Posted: September 20, 2007
Hi there, readers. I’m Molly. Some of you may know me from These Little Moments, some of you may know me as Mike’s assistant and some of you might not know me at all.
Mike is currently in sunny Florida, leaving me all alone in the office. He’s also left himself in a very vulnerable position, as I am sitting at his computer with access to his password, blog and anything else I could want. Hmm…so this is what power feels like.
A few months ago, Mike wrote a guest post on my blog and considering that we work together every day, he was pretty nice. And while I could take this opportunity to try and embarrass him, I think it’s only fair that since Mike told you about the PR Assistant Molly, I tell you about the Boss Mike.
I couldn’t ask for a better boss. And no, I’m not just saying that so he’ll tell me to forget about working this Saturday. As far as bosses go, Mike rocks. I knew from my very first interview that if we were to work together, things would be OK.
Mike is easy going. So easy going, in fact, that he’s usually the one to tell me to relax. Often when my stress ball is poised and ready to be thrown at the head of the next person to walk through the door. Although when he does get stressed, I’ve learned how to deal with it. Let’s just say a little chocolate goes a long way in this office.
He’s funny. Not just in a haha that’s a funny joke type of way, but in a I can’t believe you just did/said/sang that type of way. Has he told you about his collection of boy band music? Or his not-so secret man crush on Bon Jovi?
You want some sappy? Because I’m the Queen of Sap and can lay it on thick. He’s a great dad. It’s so inspiring to see a guy who loves his children as much as he does. He’s always armed with a new story or photo of Aidan and Erin and lights up when he talks about them. He’s been married for 13 years and loves his wife more and more everyday. If that’s not a good man, I don’t know what is.
Aside from being my boss, I also consider Mike my friend. He’s knows about all the day to day stuff, my desire to get engaged, my friends and my family. He’s met my sister and always asks how she’s doing in school. And when his brother passed away and I hugged Mike at the wake, I left tears on the shoulder of a friend, not a boss.
Alright, enough sap. Like I said, this won’t get me any more money.
So there you have it, the Mike I see every day. Forty hours a week. Fifty weeks a year.
Wow. When you look at it that way, maybe he can stay in Florida a little longer.