The Young Lady I Served Became A Young Master

Okay, confession time. I think I have a superpower. It's not flying. Not invisibility either.

My superpower? Turning sweet young ladies into demanding young masters. Maybe. Probably. I'm open to suggestions on what's actually happening.

The Transformation Begins

It usually starts innocently enough. You know, a friendly face at work. A new client with bright ideas. They're all sunshine and smiles at first.

"Could you possibly...?" they'd ask. Followed by a "Thank you SO much!" After the first few times, it is always welcome.

Then, BAM! It hits. Like a truck filled with executive decisions.

Phase One: The Polite Demands

The "Could you possibly...?" slowly morphs. Now it's more of a "It would be great if..." type of request.

The "Thank you SO much!" is replaced with a brisk "Alright." Progress? Probably for them.

I'm not complaining. Okay, maybe a little. Is that wrong?

Phase Two: The Subtle Power Play

Suddenly, meetings are scheduled at impossible hours. Feedback arrives at 11:57 PM. All while you are resting!

The phrase "As discussed" starts popping up in emails. Even when nothing has, in fact, been discussed. I found myself in a difficult situation where I need to catch up and deliver.

And let's not forget the strategic use of emojis. A single thumbs-up can convey a world of unspoken expectations.

Phase Three: Full Young Master Mode

The final form. Reached by only the most ambitious of former young ladies.

Requests become orders. Deadlines become...suggestions for earlier deadlines. "Urgent" is now the default email subject.

They stride through the office like they own the place. Because, let's be honest, they probably will soon.

My Unpopular Opinion

Here's where I get controversial. I kind of...admire it. I know, I know. I sound like a masochist.

But seriously, watching someone evolve from sweet and unassuming to a force of nature is fascinating. It's like watching a business butterfly emerge from its corporate cocoon.

They've learned the game. They're playing it well.

They've embraced their inner young master.

Plus, they remember where they started. At least they pretend to. I always remember I was the one who served them coffee during the start.

Maybe I'm just secretly hoping some of that power rubs off on me. Or maybe I just need a stronger cup of coffee.

So, What's the Secret?

I haven't figured it out yet. Is it something I say? Something I do? Is it the aura of helpfulness that surrounds me?

Or maybe, just maybe, it's not me at all. Perhaps these women were always destined to become young masters. They just needed someone like me to serve as their launchpad.

Regardless, I'm embracing my role. Consider me the official Young Master Maker. My services are...probably not free.