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Rule No.52 - The boss is never your friend, even if you're sleeping with him.

After a bit of research on this topic, and when I say research I mean I googled it, two articles stood out the most for me. One was "Sleeping with the Boss - Why it's a bad idea". Here they go on about how this is a completely terrible idea, and that it not only effects you but all the people in the office. They say it might feel like a power trip at the time but then things always tend to get complicated and one of you will have to leave eventually. All very true facts. I agree one hundred percent. Sayings like, don't foul your own nest. Don't shoot holes in your own boat.

Then I came across this article. "How to sleep with the boss". Say what? This tells you how to go about getting in there in 5 easy steps. Then it says at the bottom, difficulty of task: moderately challenging. SERIOUSLY. Just to top it all off, it finishes with tips or warnings: Buy a bottle of wine or cocktails at dinner to loosen her up. Finished!

I think it is possible to be friends with your boss, but you have to always keep it in the back of your mind that they are your boss, and if push comes to shove, they still have control over your future in the company.

It's a fine line. Try not cross it.

Comments

Gee said…
Hmmm, I would like to add that having relations of the romantic persuasion with anyone at work is very risky! Unless they worth giving up what you got!
Suze said…
Totally Gee, well said!

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