Time of the year where God comes off his pedestal to meet his minions. The anticipated meeting with Minion Me will flow as such (thoughts are in parenthesis):
God: Been a difficult year eh.
MM: It has. (you mean it took you 12 months to realize that!)
God: So what went wrong?
MM: Market is slow, investment spending has been slashed or deferred, R&D has stalled blah blah blah (you expect me to say that I've been unfocused and unproductive?!)
God: Maybe you've been complacent.
MM: My motivation has suffered. (surelah share price down although we placed out a bit earlier but the point is we both made money too early and suffered for it. You buy cars and I'm thinking about the sunset at the Sahara. We're too fucking bloated to be agile!)
God: What can we do to reinvogorate the business?
MM: Couple of acquisitions and increased spending in R&D would be good. (ballslah! You've strategically diluted this technology portfolio in your grander scheme of things and I've been left with this baby)
God: Thats brilliant. (wish I could get rid of him)
MM: You are inspiring. (why did I sell out to him)
God: So buying the the 430 (Ferrari) or not?
MM: Too flashy for melah. (ask stupid question when you know I cant splash out 1.5M for a goddam car)
God: We should see each other more often.
MM: Yes, its good that we do. (see you in 12 months)
God: Bye and take care. (bastard!)
MM: See you. (fucker!)