chapter ii

part ii: how to try in business without really succeeding
myeck's immigrant father, stung by legal problems he encountered while running a printing shop, never gave up his search for a successful career. But although the plucky little foreigner knew he eventually would have to find a new line of business, his first concern was to create an image for himself: an image of a successful executive.  

Knowing that most executives are seen by others in their offices, he set about creating an office that looked liked the office of a busy and powerful leader.

He was complaining about his cluttered desktop when most people hadn't even heard of computers.

 Tossing out his battered oak roll-top desk with its fussy cubbyholes, he planted in the center of the room a large desk made of the most powerful material he could find: steel. An industrial wall clock replaced a family heirloom timepiece he had brought with him from the old country (a long overdue move, as the office received no direct sunlight anyway) and a metal locker with a padlock served instead of the cedar-lined closet he ripped out with the family crowbar.

The attention to detail displayed by the budding businessman stretched even to his telephones. Knowing that busy executives frequently kept guests waiting while they took phone calls (sometimes two at a time), he had several of the largest, most powerful-looking phones he could find installed on his desk. While visitors waited impatiently, he would pretend to hold long conversations and kept his hands busy checking the coin returns, trying to jimmy the coinboxes, or writing vaguely obscene messages over the collect-call instructions.

Thus equipped, he set about charting his course on the sea of commerce.

His foray into the paper industry was a disaster that nearly wiped him out.

He read all of the books and pamphlets he could find on the subjects of growing fields of business and personal success, but although he studied them diligently, he was confused by the alien culture presented in them. and made several false starts and wrong turns.

Hearing from a colleague that he could make it big in the toilet paper business, he leapt in without adequately researching the field, causing a loss that set him back many years.
But he never stopped trying. Never stopped searching for that one business opportunity that would turn the trick. Never stopped trying to make friends and establish social contacts with people who could steer a little business his way. It was with this in mind that he finally acted on a friend's suggestion that he join the Masons.  

It was an never-ending source of anguish for myeck that his father, no matter how myeck pleaded, steadfastly refused to show his son any secret handshakes.

Years later, his children's love of the music of Pink Floyd would send him into deep depression.