Angry Little People

Certain boss walks around tall like a proud figurine, catering to the powerful with a hands-on managerial style, imposing her rule on those working under. No acquaintance in common has said anything positive about her. They may not agree with her, but they fear her.
And so, they oblige, even if they think her plan is wrong. Of course, some have tried to reason with her, but she won't be pushed around... her Napoleon complex, I guess.
I honestly don't know how other supervisors fear such poor managerial skills; whenever she gets in my face, melodramatically gesticulating jaws, I take a step back to reassert myself, adopt serene but leveled stance, listen more and talk a lot less, try to be as assertive as I can only be. The angrier she gets, the more centered I come. However, other people just stay out of her way, if they don't have to deal with her. And if they can be of service, she extends her full self, as it should be. But more often, we can tell people better by seeing how they treat those under them. You can't show compassion, kindness and straightforwardness if you, yourself, are cheap and crooked, prone to unpredictable bouts of anger.
And so, they just do as she says. And she says a lot of things, and demands much more.
Of course, the problem is not in disciplining your subjects so much as in how that discipline is administered. The healthy way to deal with problems is with a calm and firm mind; we can't bring a positive outcome in an overactive state of mind. In layman's words, you shouldn't lose your head if you want to keep control of things. And it makes sense, of course, that from time to time we get to be angry and say things we may later regret. But she regrets nothing, and she seems prone to being pissed off in any moment now. Being around her is like being around a ticking bomb, that you just don't know when is going to go off.
She won't even take you aside to discipline you. The hallway is good enough a place, so that everyone gets a taste of her toughness. Except she is only tough on those who fear her; she doesn't treat everyone under her command the same. She plays favorites, by promoting people who only got to the job the other day, for instance. She doesn't go as hard on something graver, like one of her subjects' allowing access into the building without the required badge; she knows, even though this is one of the employees, he is also very valuable an asset: the guy is gifted in sociability, easily the most recognizable face in the whole campus after the CEO, and the client just loves him. Still, though, this sort of dignity she should extend to the rest of the crew as well, no double-standards. Surely, she'd probably take him aside and firmly but calmly explain to him that is not the right procedure, to follow the rules by which we all oblige. Or maybe she should just stop complaining for every little thing, getting mixed in every whim, making others feel just how unpleasant she can be. What a lack of refinement and taste in someone otherwise sharp and capable.
We should try to settle ourselves first and come back around heated situations later.

Second person in the list is the littlest of them all. (I suppose, by now, you get that is not physically "little people" I'm talking about. Not all little galls are made the same and even though size matters, here, quite simply put, that is not the issue.)
It is rumored that Napoleon would send the tallest soldiers off on the most dangerous missions. Once this guy sent me on an errand, only to have my head delivered on a platter. He laid his web of lies in front of me, and I fell for it (metaphorically speaking, that is).
No matter how well and decent you were with this guy, he just has more and more bitterness coming your way. He cries like a crocodile, smiles like a hyena, in his chameleon skin. I've downplayed some mistakes he has made and this guy can be laughing and joking with you one minute, and literally stabbing you in the back next. Anger has no place in a healthy heart, and his not only must withstand the whims of his angst but also his horrible diet. Under the stress he works under, taking also into consideration his age, I don't think he'll last more than five years.
And so this little person comes and waits until you turn your back, and goes to the other little person and like the tiny people they are, they get at it. I wonder if we could find him a toy house and have them live like a pair of small couples. There used to be a very cruel funny-man a few years ago that used to call him King Kong's abortion. I mean, some people just give off the sensation that whenever you swim in their waters, you're surrounded by sharks. As if you suddenly found yourself deep into the woods, surrounded by a pack of wolves. No matter how much you want to try, you just can't trust a wolf or befriend a shark.