This mean-spirited book is founded on the slight premise that bosses are always incompetent and therefore subordinates really run the business world. It's a low-falutin' assumption, unproven in the condescendingly cutesy text. The book purports to demonstrate a variety of ways to put one over on an invariably cruel, lazy, cowardly, and stupid padrone. The author manipulates his stock company of representative staff members--""Wendy Watch,"" ""Phil Pockets,"" ""Norman New,"" ""Dee End,"" et al.--through 40 notions, which he chooses to dignify as ""theories."" The advice is simple-minded (start a rumor to your advantage, shape up at review time, maintain an alibi file), nutty (if you are injured away from work, for increased medical benefits sneak there before getting help), and downright dishonest (don't apply as many coats of paint as are called for by the specs, backdate documents, juggle the checking account). All this is pointed up with truly execrable doggerel. Perry seems to have learned his management theory from Dagwood Bumstead or Winnie Winkle, though he doesn't have the philosophical depths of such estimable folk. Humbug!