Working Hard is the American Cat Dream

Now that I learn to read it easy to see that books about office management are wrong, composed by career failures that thought only way to keep up was to give bad advice to newly minted graduates, so they will also fail. What's this whole thing about 'interpersonal communication' ?! What's this about 'collaboration' ?! What's this about empowering your workers to become their 'best self' ?! I stumped. Career is where it's at and this is nothing to do with career. What you do for job is who you are. Are you going to be a push over? I not! Being boss is being boss! And my bushy tailed staff down at Ministry of Multiplicity and Entrepreneurial Enterprises know that I am boss. They weakling. Those pour souls, I hear them whispering in the staff room. "This is just to pay for Josie's after school program in Peanut Collection Arts. Did you hear the school stopped providing that curriculum?" Another one says: "This is to pay for flood insurance. I'm a mud-sculptor, but all the galleries around here don't pay me when they show my work, because the town stopped funding ever since the Nut shortage."

Don't they see? They at the bottom because they not work hard enough in their lives. It not my problem that these chipmunks can't afford to send their offspring to that College teaching burrowing down the road. Go to library instead and learn to read like me. Or put them through by working. Get them working. When I started out, I lived in a tiny basement room and my dining room table was made out of cardboard. But I work hard for my chickens. See, that is ticket. Working hard. It have nothing to do with the fact I a pedigree Abyssinian with famous Show Cat parents. That irrelevant.