Peter looked at me with a cigarette hanging downwards from his lips and asked if I had a light. I replied that I did not smoke, and that it was bad for his health. Peter laughed and said that he intended to live his life the only way he felt was appealing to him; to live his life to the absolute fullest. Peter continued: “I have never been afraid to do what I want, when I want. That is what makes life interesting.” Peter seemed very convincing. I asked him if he was worried about him being thought of as un-normal. He stared at me and told me something I found very fascinating; “I have always been fascinated by people who are considered completely normal, because I find them weirdest of all.” The discussion was on. We stood outside on the front of the house for about an hour and half, just talking. A middle-aged lady came outside and called Peter`s name. “That’s my cue.” Peter reached down his pocket and gave me his business card. “Call me on Monday if you’re interested in a job.”
I did not even think about it at first, but the thought of working for a boss like Peter made me reconsider.
At work the next Monday I felt restless, could not set my mind straight on anything – especially not boring paperwork and bookkeeping. At lunch hours, I decided to call Peter, mostly for curiosity, but also because I felt like I wanted to make it on my own, and not be “the bus boy” in the company my father had snuck me in through the backdoor. When I called Peter he seemed very excited, and we agreed to meet up at a bar at 6 pm.
The clock turned 5:30 pm, and I left work to meet up with Peter. When I arrived at the bar, I saw Peter waving at me from the table he was sitting at. Three gorgeous women accompanied him and they all seemed to be having quite a fun time. Before I sat down, Peter introduced me to the ladies before he went on telling a story from one of his adventures. One of the ladies asked me what kind of job I have, and a discussion broke out few moments later. Two of the girls actually started quite an intense argument with Peter about money and success. Peter seemed to enjoy getting under their skin. “The point is ladies and gentlemen that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms – greed for life, for money, knowledge – has marked the upward surge of mankind and greed – you mark my words – will not only save everyone’s personal interests but also the malfunctioning corporation called Norway.” I thought to myself while he was saying those things that if he was not the charismatic person who he was, he would never get away with saying it in this company. No way would those girls have let that slide by. Yet they did…
The time went by, and more drinks were emptied. Peter ordered champagne for everyone around the table. I asked him what he was celebrating. “I am only making a toast for my new employee and partner in business.” He said. I did not understand.
“I don’t hire résumés, I hire personalities.”