Absolute authority over employees would have its advantages -- for starters, your novelty plaque proclaiming absolute authority would no longer make you feel like an ineffectual liar. To meet a boss who ran things his way, all the way, read the Tiger Oil Company memos.
Based in late-1970s Houston, Tiger was headed by Colorado expat Edward Mike "Tiger" Davis, a self-described "known son-of-a-bitch" who penned a ream of letters to underlings (recently unearthed by the website LettersOfNote.com) basically ordering them to shut up, leave him alone, and never have fun. Some of the orneriest nuggets:
On respect: "Do not speak to me when you see me. If I want to speak to you, I will do so. I want to save my throat. I don't want to ruin it by saying hello to all you sons-of-bitches*." (*This term pops up frequently -- if you are old or have a heart condition, quit reading now, but remember to click on our sponsor's advertisements.)
On privilege: "I swear, but since I am the owner of this company, that is my privilege. That differentiates me from you, and I want to keep it that way."
On workplace romance: "All scraps of metal, nails, pieces of pipe, etc. will be picked up and not left laying around in the yard. I want to see someone bend over other than me."
On happiness: "There will be no more birthday celebrations, birthday cakes, levity, or celebrations of any kind within the office. This is a business office."
Sadly, because of these and other Draconian policies (not paying for sick time, firing truckers who pop pills, banning in-office food because spills stained his carpets...) -- as well as Mike's masterful ability to not find oil, by 1980 the company had entered into the ultimate ineffectualness: bankruptcy.