whats it about sons of successful self-made business men?... pathetic.

So Gen one slogs like dogs, makes money the hard way or anyway for that matter and then little beta comes along .... silver pacifier in the mouth and grows up no chip off the ol block.
Infact chips off the old fortune bit by bit - Audi/Armaani and Anjelina all in toe. Then deemed fit to take over papa's empire by virtue of expanding waistline or receding hairline ( whichever happens first) and after getting phoren education from New zealand ( where's that?). Given the corner office with a view - mind you and secretary mary lou. Comes to office at eleven - thank heaven he atleast comes - to office that is and proceeds to play games on his blackbeary( thats how they pronounce it is New Zealand deary). Come lunch time dabba must come from home - we are our mother's sons mind you (which mother haven't got a clue). We eat lunch in our AC office ( can't eat in public without the occasional tic ..hic..hic burp -no excuse me)
Now my dear Mary let us not tarry. It is time for the most important task of the day. Signing the documents, cheques for everyone's pay. Did I say cheques? Keep them for tomorrow - lets do the documents today"
And then after he has exercised his pointer and thumb to the point of being numb - it has been another hard day at the office.
So I ask -whats it about sons of successful self-made business men?... pathetic.