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You could say that I worked every minute of my life, or you could say with equal precision that I never worked a day. I have always subscribed to the expression, "Thank God it's Friday," because to me Friday means I can work the next two days without interruption.

John Hope Franklin, historian

 

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Have You Arrived?

June 8, 2005

 

Twenty years ago, I found myself in a place of dreams.

 

A large desk stretched out before me. Respectful staff jumped at my whim. Dollops of income funded unnecessary baubles. I had arrived.

 

I lingered for a few uncomfortable years, then moved on. This place wasn't for me.

 

Why? Author and management consultant Natasha Josefowitz knows. Her wise poem, "I Have Arrived," captures the dark side of white-collar success: 

I have not seen the plays in town,

Only the computer printouts.

I have not read the latest books,

Only the Wall Street Journal.

I have not heard a bird sing this year,

Only the ringing of the phones.

I have not taken a walk anywhere,

But from the parking lot to my office.

I have not shared a feeling in years,

But my thoughts are known to all.

I have not listened to my own needs,

But what I want I get.

I have not shed a tear in ages.

I have arrived.

Is this where I was going?

Is this where you are going? Or are you there already?

 

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