It is not necessarily correct to always seek a safe refuge under the old familiar narrative - 'The Boss Is Toxic'. Sometimes, we may be wrong, we procrastinate, we are non- supportive, out-right political or maybe even be incompetent for certain higher assignments. Honest self-intospection of your script may certainly help. Read this lovely Frank Collin poem and rewrite your new script, I say ! What Kind of a Chap Are You ? Are you one of the chaps who can take his raps And still not hit the floor; Who'll stick by the gun till his task is done And then look round for more? Do you grin at your work or sulk and shirk When the job seems hard to do; Are you there with the grit to do your bit; Can the boss depend on you? If your conscience clear, with nothing to fear As you punch the clock each night; When you leave the job, do your pulses throb With the thought of a task done right? Is it pleasure or dread when you pillow your head And think of the coming day; Do you breathe a prayer for strength to bear Does your job mean simply play? Just pause a bit and see if you fit In the class that’s pictured here— For it’s never too late to clean the slate And start on a record clear. I say - Just Do it now.