It’s no secret that one must be a sadistic cipher of a human being in order to ascend to management. Not only do you have to work the least in this role, but you also have to have the shortest fuse, demanding results from your workers like some sort of Stalin.
But what if every time your master expressed contempt toward you for doing something wrong, you managed to play “Don’t Worry ‘Bout A Thing” by Bob Marley? The result would, of course, only piss them off further as people only tend to bristle even more when you attempt to calm them down. But oh the satisfaction of watching their blood boil to a stoner anthem. It would, at least, work wonders for your own blood pressure if not theirs.