“This is great” he thought. “CEO goddammit! A CEO!!!” Now he could really shake his corporate tail feather, get a notch on his greasy pole bed-post. He’d lick this lame ass company into shape, then move on to bigger and better. He had plans, great! plans.

But although he talked all the old Gordon Gecko-style “Greed is good” cliches, he was a little nervous. He just had to impress. And he hoped that the “Value for money” measures he was drawing up–which included the laying off of 400 blue collar and 100 white collar staff–got passed. He would make out that he felt for these folks working in this company’s factories turning an honest dollar. But in reality he wanted to be a jet setter, a shooting star. But he did not want to burn up. At least he told himself that this is what he wanted. His dedication to his life plan didn’t stop him from curling up in his lonely bed some mornings–hugging the pillow and longing for someone to love him. Much more frequently than he would even admit to himself in parallel to his desire for true intimacy he was dreading what rows and challenges would perhaps jump up and bite for him during the day. Read more…