Ha has.
Yes, you have never seen the heavens and the managers of the living in their lives, the maximum of cosplaying parasites.
The manager doesn’t “sound the hoodies,” and at any moment knows everything about the last screw of each project and about every underwater stone that can get on the way.
He has a Wikipedia education and sufficient insight into all the tasks of all specialists to understand that “taking a double integral” is a problem, and “recognizing images” is not the fact that it can be solved at all, that increasing the resolution will require an increase in light power or lead to a loss of dynamic, that the printed board will be ready in a week, and the chips can be two more.
It connects all this so that it works all the time and doesn’t get a hint, and not a mouse in a shit-management program, but in its head, because the programming works only for spherical horses in the vacuum, and life is much more complicated than humicentric abstractions and sliding strips.
He listens carefully to all opinions and always knows, and not just imagines-what-knows, how things really stand behind this void of opinions. Pessimists, optimists, realists, people with personal interests, people who just don’t know something important. He does not need to whisper, and they believe in him as in God. And they ask themselves constantly, without pins.
This is the manager.
And not your foolish half-foolish ones with selfishness to heaven.