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As a teenager, I worked anywhere I could make money. In local restaurants. From fast food delivery to ice cream shops. From road work to tech support, I basically would work anywhere that gave me a chance.
When I got my first job offer in Chicago, I was just a twenty-something kid from the swamps of Louisiana hoping to make it. Did I buy a one-way ticket to the coldest place I’d ever been?
So I picked up and left home for the promise of a better future, open to wherever that would lead me. I swapped sweltering Louisiana sunshine for the frigid temps of north Chicago, then the predictability of San Francisco’s foggy mornings, and, later, New York City’s gritty, fast-paced vibe.
I seized every single opportunity I could to learn, to try to get myself ahead of the game. I tried to emulate the qualities I admired most about my managers: the ones that felt most like the Southern kindness fed to me just as often as my mother’s gumbo back home. It wasn’t as tasty, but it sure was soothing to the soul.
After a few years, I started finding myself in mentoring and managerial roles. I did my best to marry business acumen with kindness, and soon learned just how unorthodox it was.
I heard so many people with C-level titles blab about how we should create better “work-life balance,” while consistently asking their teams to stay late or make impossible sacrifices.
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