It’s competing for a prize that doesn’t exist. As I told the last young professional that I mentored, there is no path to the corner office from our corner of the cubicle farm. As the fine folks at ...

I apologize; I don’t mean to be Scrooge-like; Most of my Christmas spirit died alongside my illusions about business ethics in an empty cubicle farm in Ohio in the late 90s. For context, I’d just ...