Unexpectedly, after years of flying solo or in small groups, I find myself a manager in a large corporation. Not just that. I am that most unfashionable of creatures, a middle manager: layers above me (vice presidents as far as the eye can see), layers below me.
This takes some getting used to. The big company I work for shall remain nameless, but it is a software manufacturer located in a suburb of Seattle. (Hint: the Janet Reno fan club has been disbanded.) This company prides itself on being different from other big companies, and it probably is in some ways....
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