At the moment my mind refuses to sleep when entering the land of nod, and when I finally do nod off into Slumberville, I will inevitably awake from many a dream holding a conversation that at times is surreal to say the least, although at times enjoyable. But such dreams, never scary but occasionally amusing, often register no more than 4.7 on the silly slumber scale. But this morning I did awake from nod thinking about the working life I've had for the past...well too many moons have passed me by to put a figure on it, but it's been a long time, and though I'm in a happy spot whilst writing this I've no real ambition to become depressed, so I'll leave it at that.
The thing was I woke with a bolt...the one through the neck was surgically removed awhile back...continuing the train of thought that Slumberville had lumbered me with...'I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok...' springs to mind for no reason at all at this point....and that train of thought was of the kind of bosses I'd worked for, and apart from a couple of notable exceptions of which one was a feisty blonde and blue eyed Australian woman, who was brilliant. I have to say the rest were nothing to aspire to unless you fancied raping, plundering and pillaging the commercial world heartily, sat upon the back of an Orwellian pig, blowing your own strumpet, attempting to bugger all in your despotic path. It does seem from my long experience that the vast parade of good for nothings I've worked for, all have this tendency to be eternally spoilt children, who clearly think that by stamping their size nines and barking orders to the 'little people' it will put the fear of god into them. Sadly this is the case, largely due to these slobbering toothless toy poodles ruling harems that don't want to end up in the chill of the winter night on the wrong side of the door. Yes, I'm talking about the modern notion of wage slavery, where the real value of paid employment has decreased yearly, whilst Genghis Khan and Attila et al's has risen obscenely.
Such lucid thoughts on my part have no doubt been stimulated by recent media articles claiming that all the CEOs that were studied exhibited psychotic tendencies that any psychopath would be horribly embarrassed by. Such studies are fascinating reading because they manage to fill in the missing holes in your own lack of knowledge concerning extreme psychotic behaviour. Such knowledge having been acquired tends to confirm every lasting doubt that the modern CEO is a raving lunatic, and the more insane you are the more you are admired by your peers, who secretly await the day of your demise and fall from heavenly grace. Such lunacy can also be found in the actions of predominantly British conservative prime ministers hell bent on continuing a war with the European Union, but that's another story entirely and would lead to my digressing far too much.
Anyway, and with that said, I have to agree that such studies need to be read, and heed paid to them. They will help to dispel any doubts about the behaviour of CEOs, although there will always be the rare exceptions to the rule. So should you see your CEO stamping their foot, and shouting profanities, simply ignore it...they eventually give up because nobody's noticed them. If you want a quiet life always answer yes, otherwise say 'no' because they'll have no idea how to react for a few moments, by which time you can make your escape enabling you to ignore their little tantrums. A favourite tactic here is to say 'no' a few minutes before you leave work, so you have time to escape the blast of hot empty air that seems to come from behind some obnoxious obstacle.
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Should any CEO take offence at my comments, I'm happy I've made a psychotic nobody of any real consequence miserable for a while; the 'little people' tend to bite occasionally if pushed once too often. However, and no matter how ruffled the feathers are of preening vanity, my comments are aimed at no-one in particular, largely in the express belief that I've got better things to do with my time than pamper to delusions of grandeur. My time is more usefully spent making comments in response to academic reports I happen to find interesting, regardless of how upsetting highly paid, but destructive, CEOs may dislike them, or me for that matter, which is now highly likely.
