Getting from A to B

Business education, in an attempt to convince itself that it is a serious discipline rather than vocational training, has long incorporated aspects of psychology into its courses. At its most basic, this involves proto-Jungian psychometric profiling between types A and B. Type A people are characterised by their competitive need to achieve, a sense of urgency and a general hostility to others and to the world. Conversely, type B personalities are more relaxed, probably seeking a more spiritual path through life.
In my view, type A's aggressive attitude may be ascribed to an underlying dissatisfaction. This type, by its competitive nature, expects external recognition for what it achieves. Type B personalities may be more secure and self-satisfied. The irony is that despite type A's disdain for world, this personality requires an approbation that it should know it will not value, leading to frustration and seeking out more challenges in a spiral of dissatisfaction that tends to terminate in a coronary.
While this typology is highly simplistic, it is easy for me to identify myself with those in type A. Although my aggression is usually confined to sport, commuters and this blog, I always try to do more than one activity at a time (hence my PDA dependency). This is not a healthy position to be in. Can a type A ever be satisfied or even accept satisfaction as a good thing?
It is possible to get from A to B. A striking example is Heinrich Harrer, author of Seven Years in Tibet, a book that I read much of from my mountains-obsessed father's shelves when I was nine or ten years old, though it held no meaning for me then. Harrer was an archetypal type A, a hugely competitive and successful sportsman living the Aryan dream in 1930s Austria. In 1939 he headed to India in an attempt to climb a mountain that had defied numerous expeditions; he failed. War broke out, he was imprisoned by the British, but escaped to Tibet where he was eventually allowed to live. While there he met with the young Dalai Lama, through whose friendship he achieved a sense of calm and compassion he had previously struggled to understand. He returned to Austria after the war, just as the Chinese took over Tibet.
It was a Saul of Tarsus-like conversion, one to bewilder a type A atheist. How does one move from A to B? Do you need to find a god three miles high? Do you need to abandon the twice-daily rush hour for a hippy kibbutz? Or tell a type A world to forget about deliverables and milestones and just relax?