Hey, girls… look at you
Alright, alright… hey, guys.
You’re such bores

By Wednesday, we need a list of your direct people —
the ones working under you.
Gather as much information as you possibly can.
By Friday, I need a full list of everyone working under us.
Ah, fuck it — I don’t understand shit in these charts anyway.
But I know my lane.
And yeah — spirits guide me.
So yeah… deal with it.

On Wednesday we’ll throw on a little floral dress, do our lips, and sit down with the guys.
We need to break this down together.
The volume of information is massive.
We need to work through it.
We need to understand
who does what at work.
And the guys have the same task.
It’s easier together.
We’ll lock ourselves in a big office,
spread out the folders,
pour some whiskey —
and go.

People live in systems.
To move to the next level,
you have to change the way you think.
Everyone working under Alpha is hearing this for the first time.
So we need to account for that.
Each of them has their own reason
for going to work and make money for Alpha.
We need to pull those reasons out
and break them into categories.
By motivation.
By lifestyle.
By priorities.

If it’s a mother —
it’s obvious: everything is for the child.
She’s carrying everything on her own,
tired, drained.
From that, we break it down and see
what exactly she needs
to start blooming again.

I read Proctor a while back —
he explained something that already feels intuitive.
But between us —
it’s always good to have solid ground in facts.
Short version:
Make your employee happy —
and you’ll win.
Yeah.
Not exactly rocket science.
But understanding something
doesn’t mean it’s implemented.

So guys —
get your shit — and your dick — straight
and sit your asses down with the paperwork.

If it’s a young guy —
he’s driven by ambition.
He wants more. Higher. Bigger.
Well… that’s simple.
Money. Money. And money.

If it’s a decent, genuine person
but he’s working next to someone
who’s objectively an asshole
and constantly draining him —
he’s not going to be productive.
So we separate them
and create better matches.

Sometimes, guys,
small things decide everything.
If someone has to drop the kids off at 8:15
and be at work by 8:30 —
that’s a nightmare.
Every morning his wife will be on him
about never spending time with the kids,
about always being at work.
Even if the pay is shit in her eyes.
He doesn’t like it either.
But a boss is a boss.
And he just works under him.

If we shift the start time a little —
honestly,
Alpha won’t die
and the business won’t collapse.
But that guy will take his daughter by the hand
and walk her to daycare.
She’ll cry for twenty minutes
because she loves her dad
and doesn’t want him to leave.
The teacher will literally push him out like,
“Go, or you’ll never separate.”
He’ll sit in the car
and fall apart for a second.
Then pull himself together
and drive to work.

He may never say thank you out loud.
But still —
he spends more time with his daughter now.
He takes her himself.
He doesn’t just leave while she’s still asleep.
His wife is a bit calmer.
At least this way
he’s more present.
And he’s not as tense anymore.
Not as burned out.
He’s actually grateful.
To the boss.
And to life —
that it turned out this way.
Of course, he’s not thinking
that some important ass set this whole thing up from the start.
He’s just… happier.
Lighter.
He smiles more.
Even the photo on his desk — the one with his family —
somehow looks brighter.

Key.
If we dig deeper —
at some point it becomes clear:
Alpha’s doing just fine.
People are happier.
More connected.
The gears start turning.
The whole mechanism begins to move as one.

Key.
Roman comes to daycare.
His best friend Dania is there.
He built a toy airplane —
because he knows Roman loves them.
He really tried.
That’s how he showed he cared.
Roman runs in yelling:
“Dania! Dania! Hey!”
Dania’s upset —
some kid already ran in and broke the plane.
There’s nothing to do —
he’s trying to fix it with his little hands.
The teachers are busy — not even looking.
No one came up to him.
No one held him.
No one comforted him.
But he has a friend.
Roman.

I say:
“Son, help him.
You see his plane is broken.
He’s upset.
Be there for him. Stay with him.”
Roman looks at me.
Then back at Dania.
“Let’s play shooting.”

That evening I ask Roman:
“Why didn’t you support Dania?
Why didn’t you help him with the plane?
You saw he was upset.”
I start going at him:
“That’s what bad friends do —
the ones who only think about themselves.
You wanted to play,
and you didn’t see that your friend needed something else.
That’s selfishness, Roman.
Not friendship.”

Roman stops me.
“Mom… I did help Dania.
I asked him to play shooting,
because he likes it.
I wanted to distract him
so it wouldn’t take over.”

Key.
In the mother’s language,
support means:
“I love you.
I care about you.”
Action is proof of love.

In Roman’s language —
To distract from pain.
To shift attention.
To not let it take over.
To pull him out fast —
that’s care.
That’s love.
That’s how he understands love.

So both of us care.
We just understand differently
how love should be shown.

So, guys —
we need to figure out
what “love” looks like for our employees.
And we need to think
not from Alpha’s level —
but from their level.

Look at the person and ask:
What makes them happy?
Even if it seems like complete nonsense to you —
for that person, it matters.
And what matters to us
is that the clerk is happy —
not Alpha’s comfort.

So we build around them.
Not around ourselves.
This is critical.

Ask Alpha —
he’ll instantly write a list
of what people “need.”
But that’s not it.
That’s a list of what Alpha thinks people need.
We need a list of
what people think they need.

That’s it.
Alpha and clerks are from different planets.
You have to learn to think like a clerk
to make this work at all.

Yeah.
What?
See? I can do business too.
Where’s the ass emoji?!
Go fuck yourselves, you assholes.
Business isn’t that complicated.
Oh, just go to hell.
Damn — why am I even talking to you?!
Assholes.

Fully charged.
Whiskey.
Charts.
Guys.
All of it to tear out the rotten beams.
Move.

Masked Wolf — Astronaut In The Ocean (Ibrahim & Ømer Remix)