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Who is he?
I want to talk about the worst boss in Hollywood.

Since I work in Hollywood, I have to be a bit discreet about this. I don’t want to get in trouble, but I feel like I should warn you all, since many of you work in the business, and the rest of you want to work in the business.

I’m even using the phrase “the Boss” so as not to specifically say this person is a producer or a director or an exec or what. All I’ll tell you is that it’s not one of the Weinsteins.

Where to begin?

The Boss is rude. The Boss doesn’t care about niceties, and will literally insult you to your face. I’ve sat in a room with the Boss and been mocked, sneered at, and called a loser. He’s called my writing “stupid” to my face.

Yeah, the Boss goes ad hominem all the time. In fact, he’s never constructive. He almost always bitches aimlessly at you, as if you’re already dead to him. As if there’s no hope that you’ll do better.

Now, maybe that would be worth it if the Boss gave good notes, but most of the times, the Boss has no clue what he actually wants.

He says he want this, but he really wants that. He says he likes something, but then he trashes it to everyone else the very next day. Sometimes he says he hates something, but he secretly likes it.

It drives me crazy.

Maybe all of that would be tolerable if the Boss were hard-working, but he’s the laziest guy I know in this business. He just sits there. It’s amazing to me how little he knows about filmmaking. In fact, he pretty much knows nothing about filmmaking. Zippo. He just sits and shrugs. You have to fight for every reaction. He’s cynical, jaded, and bored with you before you even walk in the room.

Wait. It gets worse.

Maybe…MAYBE…all of this would be fine if only the Boss appreciated how hard I work. He doesn’t. In fact, The Boss really has no clue how much I work, nor does he seem to care. He’s literally said to me, “What you do is so easy.”

I’m quoting the Boss. Granted, that was a really bad day for him, but still, it hurt. I mean, here I was working my heart out for this guy, and all he could say was, “Anyone could have done this better. Literally. Anyone.”

The Boss never gives encouragement. If you’re down, he kicks you.

But folks…here’s the sick part.

I love working for the Boss. Maybe it’s because he’s so brutal. I don’t know. All I know is that earning the Boss’ approval has become more important than earning my own approval. Hell, half the time I’m modelling my own sense of what is good on what I think the Boss will enjoy, even though predicting that jerk is nearly impossible. Somewhere along the line, making the Boss happy has become like crack for me.

So, I ask…what do you think? Am I helpless? A masochist? What would you do in my shoes?

More importantly, could you deal with someone like the Boss?

Naturally, you should feel free to guess who the Boss is. I bet some of you already know.

No, he’s not Satan. But if you meet him…have some courtesy.

Won’t you guess his name?