I knew now that I had a susceptibility. I might never act on it, but I had it. What I did not have, it soon emerged, was a job.
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Posted on June 4, 2012, 8:20 am, by Jack L. B. Gohn, under
The Big Picture.
Trust me, you do not want to work in or help create such an workplace. Despite the great prestige and the nominally higher pay that shops like that offer you, you will be much happier if you can be somewhere where you and everyone involved can feel the rubber meet the road. If you are in a firm, you want everyone to share in the ups and downs, to have a fair financial stake and a recognition and a say.