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I know I should be glad that my chauvinistic and nearly 80-year-old boss likes me. He dotes on me, gives me privileges he wouldn't extend to anyone else, and for the most part lets me do what I want. But along with that I have to accept that he views me as a granddaughter, needing his constant protection and interference so that I don't get trampled in this mean old working world. I swear, sometimes he has to restrain himself from patting my head and pinching my cheeks. Today he actually told me--no joke--not to "worry [my] pretty little head" about something. As I told Matt later, I wanted to strangle him to death with my bra strap. I may pull the "I'm a delicate flower" act with my husband all the time, but at work? Not so much.