At work, the person I'm suppose to answer to, well, we never work together. Outside of work, nobody in particular. I suppose you could mention I'm bossed and bullied by society and its laws and what not. But if you're speaking in a social group, that varies. Usually, I'm the boss.
I'm the boss and it rocks. Work-wise, I'm about to submit to someone's authority. But I don't consider that person my boss. Whoever it will be, is a fortunate individual who will pay me for my services.
My boss is Dr. C... I am not going to say his full name because he has a book out and is also a professor and you could look him up and tell him how much I suck. I like him a lot. He's pretty cool and gives awesome advice. I wish he was a bit more professional at times, but it's nice working in a lax enviorment so I'm not complaining.
I suppose it's Angela, who's role consists of buying me drinks when we go out and hugging me alot. One of my best friends actually.
My boss's name is Ramona. Which I find really funny. And she's the best damn boss I've ever had, so it's pretty freaking awesome.