Throughout my career I've prided myself on working hard, performing what's asked of me to the best of my ability and being an all-around good employee. I've also done my best to get along with my various bosses.
Alas, sometimes that's just not possible. Sometimes you end up with a Boss From The Eighth Circle Of Hell.
Back in the 1990s I worked at a marketing agency for a rather colorful Boss.
The Boss at this agency had a computer of course, but what he actually did with it I have no idea.
Case in point: He had an email account but the purpose of it seemed to elude him. Whenever he'd receive an email he'd tell his secretary (who had his email password) to print it to paper for him and lay it on his desk so he could read it. He claimed he couldn't read messages on the screen.
Conversely when if he wanted to reply to one of these printed messages he'd write a response on paper and have the secretary type it into his email account and send it for him.
Luddite? Technophobe? Barely sentient organism? You decide.