Tell me all that I wish to hear.
Tell me that I am never wrong.
Especially when I ask for "honest" feedback;
you know that's not what I truly seek.

Agree with me.
Lie to me.

I am privileged.
I grew up with both parents who gave me everything,
who told me I was better than everyone else.

The world revolves around me and my needs.
Your feelings? They don’t matter.
I only pretend they do when I want something from you.

At work, my employees are my minions.
They must treat me like royalty.
After all, I saved their careers and their lives.
They’re lucky to be employed by me.
They’re talentless. No one else will want them.
That’s how I keep them close.

When I’m in a good mood, I’ll toss them a compliment,
maybe even ask how they’re feeling.
But I don’t care.
I’ve seen enough corporate videos on “employee retention.”

I hold everyone else accountable;
even for the things that are my fault.
Grace? They get none.
I save that for myself.
After all, I’m so busy,
it’s impossible to remember everything.
That’s what the gofers are for…
so I can absolve myself of blame.

Some call me a narcissist.
Some call me a “typical businessperson.”
But only the opinions of people who can serve me
—or serve my well-being—matter.

And it will serve you well to remember that.