I used to have a boss that always tried to be upbeat or at the very least not express any negative feelings he had about his work. He was largely successful in keeping negative emotions to himself.
Then one day I caught him after a national call which lately had involved some very difficult parties on the other side of the country who had started using meetings like this to vent about things my boss had next to no control over in Boston.
He walked out of his office like he just went three rounds with someone who stuffed quarter rolls in their gloves.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He paused a moment before finding the words he would allow himself to say.
"You remmeber Marsellus from Pulp fiction?"
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