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Forgetting everything else... Saturday on the Ohlone trail beneath BART |
The other day I had an interview that was every kind of soul-sucking. Windowless room, stone-faced panel of interviewers that couldn't be less impressed, type-written questions, no answers offered. It felt like some dark-corner remnant of days of workplace hierarchy that was still hanging on.
In my mind, I was all sorts of moral outrage and personal entitlement. Bwa! didn't I go to b-school with the dream of creating my own business culture, which would most certainly be the opposite of this?!
(Cue MBA sense of entitlement: Ms. MBA! She can create her own world! Watch out universe, a Masters in Entitlement!)
(Cue MBA sense of entitlement: Ms. MBA! She can create her own world! Watch out universe, a Masters in Entitlement!)