I’m imagining, I’m a CEO, at a big hedge firm. My office is tremendous. there are sophisticated computers, all around. phones ringing.The office was furnished with bookshelves filled with books about the stock market, autobiographies of important men in Congress. On the third shelf there were pictures of my family on vacation. Next to that family picture, was photo encased in glass of John F. Kennedy. The desk was mahogany, you could tell by the quality it was very expensive. Birch wood. My chair was constructed in a kit grain leather, as plush as it could be. I’m playing games with my chair, spinning it all around, like a 10 year old. Watching the view through my office glass windows. The windows went from the ceiling to the floor, with a beautiful view of Wall Street. My secretary would come in every morning at 9 am to bring me coffee black, with 2 sugars. At 9 AM, the stock market opens, and I begin to trade my hedge funds, federal funds, international trading. Very exciting and an incredible rush when you make trade. All of a sudden my fantasy ends. The Reality setting became stronger. My manager approaches me to say, get back to work. I worked as a salesman, on commissions. I sold vacuum cleaners.