You left a stray bolt in a wall panel while prepping the last space shuttle mission. It punctured a hole in the wall on re-entry and…bad things happened. To the ship and your career.

You never grow from a job managing the left front door bolt and hinge grips. Same boring job; same lousy apartment. At age fifty-two you start counting down the days to retirement. Three...two...one...

You slowly move up the corporate ladder; you eventually get your own office and have a secretary. You watch air, electrical, and power systems being made and just think all of this is generally cool. You have a lot of time for your family. On Bring Your Parent to School Day, you're practically a superhero.

You're a big fat buyer of product. You're also colonel in the military who writes big checks. Lots of the guys in Congress know you and kiss your butt. They know you can "make them" if you green light a big contract in their district.

You're the CEO of Shmoeing. You rule the skies. Move over, birds.