"...are you lonely, all needs catered
you got you brains dehydrated..."
-The Sex Pistols, Problems
They said it was lonely at the top. They said that the higher up you are, the harder you'll fall. He'd made the journey all the way from the bottom of the barrel to the top of the shelf, and now he had the opportunity to find out if what 'they' said was true.
It would help if he knew who 'they' were.
As far as the first statement went, he could vouch for it. It seemed as the higher up the ladder he went, the less time he had for people around him. He often found himself isolated.
'course, that could be because he often found himself buried under a bloody mountain of paperwork. His brain felt numb just thinking about it.
All basic needs, like food and comfort was taken care of. He had nothing to wish for, so he didn't wish for anything.
Well, perhaps for simpler times. Or more time, period.
And the second statement? He didn't plan on finding out. Ever.
He might sometimes wish for simpler times, but he really didn't want to go back. Again. Been there, done that, got the scars to show for it.
It was good to be on top.