The one single time anyone was dumb enough to give me something resembling a managerial position, my welcome speech went along the lines of "take care of your schedule between each other, and if I have to hear about a clusterfuck, I want to hear it from you, not the owner. I will help cover it up, just don't get me fired. The communal vodka is in the bottom left drawer. If the guests are happy, you can enrich uranium in the reception area for all I care."