The boss has always been bossy. Even as a child he spent his summers at home and sent his parents to camp.

The boss said I'd better be careful. After yesterday's show my mouth is on probation.

The boss is all heart. He says if there's anything we need just let him know and he'll show us how to get along without it.

I don't think the boss is happy with my work. At the moment he's in the lobby hanging my resume in effigy.

I can hardly wait. Next week we hold the company raffle to see who gets this year's vacation.

The boss expects the impossible. He's the type of guy who'd insist on 4-wheel drive on a bicycle.

You should see the boss's portrait. It's so lifelike, I jump every time I see it.

He's the only guy I know whose bed has four wrong sides.

I had an argument with the boss. I told him his bark was worse than his bite -- so he bit me.

The boss installed a suggestion box. Every day we're supposed to reach in and get one.

I'm lucky to have this job -- especially after I dozed off during the job interview.

He's strictly business. On weekends he operates a slightly-used clothing store at the cemetery.

I have to be careful today. The boss is having his weekly mid-life crisis.

The boss is so tough he uses (heavy metal) for mood music.

I don't think the boss's secretary has had much experience. She keeps referring to her coffee breaks as "recess."

The boss finally consented to give me my own office with my name on the door. There's only one condition -- I have to change my name to "Men's."