Social Psychology

ASHFORD MHA 601 Week 5 Learning Healthcare Organizations

Brilliant sunshine and brittle cold snapped Ed Davidson awake as he emerged from Zurich Airport, trailing the limousine driver who moments before had met him at the security checkpoint. After being hermetically sealed in a jumbo jet for hours, focused on a laptop, some analyst reports, his cluttered tray table—nothing more than a few yards away—he shielded his watering eyes. But by the time he reached the car, he was

grinning broadly. The skier in him rejoiced at the January air and the prospect of six days in the Alps. He ducked into the backseat, pushing his briefcase ahead of him. He was on his way to Davos.

Ashford EDU 639 Week 1 DQ 2 Bias and Social Psychology

Not that he would be skiing much. Other than on the scheduled “sports day” on Sunday, participants at the World Economic Forum’s annual conference were facing a packed schedule of sessions, receptions, and dinners. Ed pulled out his conference folder and glanced over the program again. His attention alternated between the scenery outside his window and the people with whom he would soon be mingling. His mother had been awed on the phone the evening before, hearing him rattle off name after name familiar

to her from the news and gossip columns. “Eddie,” she’d said, “this is my dream come true for you. I’m pinching myself!” He smiled to recall it, then quickly composed his features. Jutting his jaw slightly forward, he reminded himself that these people were no more than his peers. Soon enough, anyway.

Two hours into the drive, a loud crack by Ed’s right ear jolted him from the doze he had drifted into. He sat up and turned his head toward the noise, only to be thrown off balance as the car accelerated.

 “Very sorry, sir,” said the driver, catching sight of Ed’s

surprised expression in the rearview mirror.

“Antiglobalization protesters. We are just a few minutes from the checkpoint.”

Ed turned to stare out the back of the car and saw the rock thrower taking aim at another black sedan behind them. Then it occurred to him to look forward. Through the windshield he saw the cluster of black-costumed activists the driver was hoping to blow past.

PSY 301 Week 5 Assignment Social Psychology Bringing It All Together

His phone rang. Annoyed at the start it gave him, Ed rooted his phone out of his briefcase and snapped it open. It was Frank Maugham calling. Normally, this would have been welcome. Frank was PSY 400 COMPLETE COURSE (Social Psychology) and a board member at Carston Waite, and he had been a mentor to Ed for most of the 14 years since Ed joined the company. It wouldn’t have been unusual for Frank to call on some routine matter or just to chat; they had become that close. But Ed immediately detected the note of anxiety in Frank’s greeting and knew

there was something afoot.

“It’s a setback, I’m afraid,” Frank explained.

“David just spoke with me. He asked me to let you know you are not going to be named president of Carston Waite.”

 He paused.

“At least not yet. He’s planning to make an announcement that he’s not appointing anyone for a while.” His voice took on a sardonic tone. “He wants to stay close to the business.”

 PSY 301 Week 5 Assignment Social Psychology Bringing It All Together

Ed’s mind was a blank—the news had hit him almost with the force of a physical blow— then he gradually became conscious of the heat rising in his cheeks and forehead. His hand with the phone in it had slipped down from his ear.

He jerked it back up when he heard Frank’s voice again, saying, “Are you there?”

ACC 205 Week One Exercise Assignment Basic Accounting Equations

But now the car was caught up in a swirl of agitated humanity. As the car inched forward, protesters dressed in outrageous costumes and carrying hand-lettered signs pressed toward it, a few getting close enough, despite the efforts of armed Swiss guards,

to leer disconcertingly into the windows.

 Ed could hear their chants through the thick glass. He looked around wildly, then gripped the phone tighter. “Look, Frank. This is a bizarre moment. Can I call you right back? I’m almost at the hotel.”

“Yes, absolutely. Get settled in. But first, just know that I have a plan,” Frank said.

“I’m going to call around to the rest of the board members and see if we can’t prevail upon David to change his mind.”

“You really think that could work?” Ed tried to focus.

“Who could argue with the wisdom of having a succession plan? And who else but you could the successor be?”

The car lurched forward and passed through a gate in a high chain-link fence. The driver glanced back and raised his eyebrows expectantly. It was time for Ed to produce his passport and conference pass for inspection. “I’ll call you,” Ed said to Frank and shoved the phone back into his briefcase.