I loved being the boss. Having people do whag they're good at, letting at those who want to do the problematic and difficult work do it, motivating a crew to do well amd getting those results, the pleasure of the rarity of being able to trust someone to get something done, and more authority to catch the **** being thrown at my workers and send it back on a missile. And great when it's shown someone one your crew is your crew and not of the lady who constantly bragged he was hers even though he didn't like her and just got along with her for peace's sake (I do believe she assumed he was hers and took it for granted because they're both black and she was the only black team leader).
And so much when you take years of being mistreated by customers, hear someone of your company talking **** about your workers and have a green light and impenetrable shield to pull the high ranked office ***** asside (but still near enough for others to know it happened) and voice your disgust and how she should be ashamed of herself.
Despite rumors though I never physically attacked my boss or fought with him. At most I just told what I would or wouldn't be doing and to shut the **** up over his lies.