…as he wakes up in the morning to prepare for another day of hard work? What’s his internal monologue like?
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Wake up. Meditate. Jack it. Go to work. Ki-l the company. Come home. Jack it. Go to bed a millionaire.
"Lost a pound of flesh but I still have hair."
“Shoot, we made some pretty big mistakes. Let’s make sure to get it right this time.”
(Proceeds to make even bigger mistakes, digging a deeper hole)
JD: I look like a real Ceo! Fake it til you make it!
Just jackin it ..
He's probably one of those psychopaths without an internal monologue.
Counts his money
Modified from an old Doonesbury strip:
Q: JD, sometimes I image you must get up in the morning, look in the mirror before you've shaven, and think to yourself: "JD, you're about to begin another day of evasion and deceit."
Here's the question, JD: What do you do after you've come to such a realization?
A: I shave.
I’m JD, the servant king,
On day one, I promised the change I’d bring.
With "servant" on my lips, oh, what a delight,
But the knives in my hands stayed hidden from sight.
“You asked for this!” I cried with flair,
As I slashed through the ranks without a care.
Layoffs galore, but don’t look so grim—
It’s all part of my masterful, servantly whim.
My CDA plan was genius, you see,
A Consumer Direct Acceleration spree!
But as the stock price tumbled, the market did too,
I shrugged it off—“It’s the servant thing to do!”
And let’s not forget my partner in style,
HON, with her crocodile smile.
In designer threads, she parades around,
A brand president with no real ground.
Flying high in my corporate jet,
From home to office, no sweat, no fret.
But I’ll preach green virtues with a straight face,
While burning jet fuel, I set the pace.
Innovation, I declare, needs four days at the grind,
Two WFH? That’s falling behind!
Our downfall was clear, let’s not be naive—
We just didn’t spend enough time toiling under the fluorescent reprieve!
So here’s to my reign, as I drive Nike down,
With HON by my side, in her designer gown.
We’re the dynamic duo, the talk of the town,
Servant leaders, indeed, in our hollow, golden crown.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the most best and most handsome CEO, of them all?
I'm better looking than Bezos, and taller than Cook, so why don't the plebs at Nike give a f**k?
They're lucky to have me. They just don't understand. I'm the finest servant leader in the land!
I'm Good Enough, I'm Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me!