It is easy to enjoy Dilbert when one thinks one is Dilbert. Or Wally or Alice. Asok even.

It was, till a few months back.

I was reading Dilbert today, and I didn't enjoy it. Because I wasn't Dilbert anymore. I was trying to stifle a laugh at Pointy-Haired Boss's unimaginable stupidity when a little voice somewhere deep inside said, 'Dude, that's you!'.

It's scary. Someone, somewhere is reading Dilbert right now thinking of me as Pointy-Haired Boss. And having a good laugh.

And that's the problem with being a manager. One tends to (very rapidly) transform into someone one has always hated.

The bigger problem is that people all around the world are having a good laugh. At your expense.