Three months ago, Bill Gross thought he knew himself. Thought he knew where his life was headed. Thought he knew how people saw him. He knew that each morning when he woke up he would feed the cats. He knew that he’d eat some eggs and kiss his sleeping wife good-bye. He knew he’d get in his convertible and drive over to the office using his knees to steer the wheel, leaving his hands free to munch on the Special K he’d packed for the ride. He knew he’d sit down at his desk at and work in total silence. He knew that at 9AM PST, he’d sweat things out on the recumbent bike. He knew he’d avoid speaking to employees, or asking how their kids were doing.
In reality, he knew nothing. Read more »