Monkeys, all of them.

    I imagine corporate management to be like a gaggle of monkeys. And despite the ubiquity of bald spots, I imagine them like hairy monkeys. They are all sitting in this fruit tree, with the executives on top.

    The fruit in the tree gets sweeter the higher you go, and of course all monkeys are trying to get to the sweetest fruit. The monkeys on the lower branches are competing with each other to gain the upper hand and get on a higher branch. But the ones higher up aren’t stupid and are pushing the climbing monkeys down.

    Of course the monkeys on the higher branches are in danger, for if they fall, they fall far and hard. Occasionally a branch of the tree breaks off and a whole bunch of them fall. And sometimes a monkey thinks there may be sweeter fruit elsewhere and he jumps from one tree to another.

    The monkeys at the bottom are relatively safe, they don’t have far to fall. But they have to endure all the crap coming down from above.

    I feel like having a banana.