So. I'm sad. Final Exam. Thanks for everything, and all your kind notes over the years; I'm very fond of you and I hope you've had half the amount of fun I have. I certainly didn't expect to be sad right now; the second I got the assignment I wondered what the hell I would find to talk about. I dealt with it, clearly: we've got pages upon pages as proof. But something we haven't talked about in a while is why. The appeal of this show has always been really simple: Everybody thinks they can do better. I love writing about this show, because it gives me an opportunity to show that I could do better, by analyzing what they did wrong, and increasingly by demonstrating what pricks they all are. For a person whose break with the corporate world came dramatically, that's a serious balm: I could lead better than you, if given the chance. Anybody that ever watched this show and enjoyed it, once upon a time, lived off this: Everybody thinks they can do better. Better business, better manipulation, better boardroom, better clothes, better hair, better body, better ass-kissing, better focus. Whatever that thing is, that separates winners from losers, you could pull it out of this show somehow, and improve on it, if you just paid attention.