I got a guy who’s a genius. Seriously. Why do you think I hired him? He’s crazy, that’s for sure. Maybe dangerous. But he’s so smart that he makes you think that you’re the one who’s crazy, which is what I love about him. I already fired him twice, but he’s still here.
He’s one step ahead of everybody else, which is his big problem. Take it easy is usually my advice after he fucks everything up by going too fast. How do you think you crash? A guy like that should go to sea.
At sea you sit around a lot and stare at the water. At some point, no matter how much you hate it, you love it. First of all, you have no choice. Second, it’s the closest to an afterlife you’ll ever know – everything and nothing. I loved it right away, since it’s better than any medication I’ve tried. It also helps that I can swim.
My son died at sea. He thought he knew more than he knew and it killed him. But I never blamed the sea. None of us did. It doesn’t take a genius - which my son happened to be. He could swim, too. But the sea doesn’t care. It will take whom it wants, or who gets too close. That’s why I like the flying bridge.
I used to work for a woman who called me a genius. She was really convinced. I later discovered that she said it about everybody who worked there. Still, we all liked it. As a management tool, it was very effective, which is not to say this guy isn’t a genius. Plus, I have to think of him that way because he expects it. I’m guessing that his parents praised the genius part but were in denial about the other issues.
Whenever he reaches an impasse, instead of stopping to think, he reminds himself that he’s a genius, and thinks up some very stupid shit, convinced it must be genius. Or he lets serendipity be his guide instead of reaching for his calculator. Then he gets stubborn about it. This is where he reaches a terminal impasse, which has resulted in too many employers for a genius his age.
