We all know about the shit stack, it stinks. If you’re like most, without rich parents, astounding talent or the top dog connections your way through the layer cake is how you play the game, not how well you work.
It’s all about paying your dues, showing respect to people because they paid their dues before you did, and not having an opinion until you have paid your dues. This shit is also like a license: the more tickets, the more points, the more dues you got to pay. For the most part, this is fairly reasonable. We don’t need more over privileged scum ruining the world.
But, what if you’re paying dues to someone that you hate, and you don’t have a choice? How do you fake it? Well with quite an authority complex, I like to consider myself a bit of an expert, so let me tell you.
Language is conveyed in many forms beyond the spoken or the written word and as extremely advanced social creatures (that’s the only thing we are advanced in) humans are quite adapted to picking up on the so called little things. A hand gesture, shoulder shrug, the slightest flinch of an eyebrow can send signals of shit disturber. Take it from a very animated person.
Keep your hands folded or behind your back, idle hands are the devils play ground right? When speaking, make eye contact and when listening stare at the shoulder or chin, more of a gaze, but not a stoned phased look of boredom. Nod. Not too much like a bobbing chicken only when they make a poignant statement. Words like “absolutely,” “understood,” and “of course not,” are always good. But the most important thing is, as much as you want to reach across that desk and bash your boss’s skull into mulch with their paper weight, then crudely mutilate their remains with a ball point pen, and roll around in what’s left laughing hysterically, don’t. Just swallow it, smile and get shit faced like every other good proletariat. Until, you are at the top, and then you can make it rain, make it rain on those bitches.