So Shifty wants John to smarten up, play “the game”, way to go free thinker!
This is not some pitch to the machine, where kowtowing to the man by mirroring him in his uniform, signals your willingness to lick your way into a position to pick up the scraps from his table, this is about not just breaking the mould but the factory and the society that supports it.
And Shifty wants the titans that stride into this arena to look like Alan Sugar or his teacher, so he feels safe and so some passing accountant doesn’t baulk at the wild-eyed passion of our secretary.
Well I’m sorry snowflake, but nothing that is not tempered in the fires and oils of radical change survives this conflagration, you go back to worrying about parking and interest rates and looking up to the suits, I’ll wait for this man, in his motley, sporting his tornado hair, and with truth in his heart.
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