Today I overheard (because I was deliberately eavesdropping) one of my employees refer to me as 'the underboss.' I got up from my chair, walked out of my office, looked at him with my head cocked to the side and said, "like Tony Soprano?"
His reponse was a sheepish smile as if to say, "Stephanie, you're an archetype."
I guess I'll take that as a compliment, although I don't think my manager will take well to being called 'Junior.' Nor do I think I could ever call any of my other employees 'Big Pussy.'