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Meet Ava Steele. She is 29 years old, holds a Top Tier MBA, is vegan-ish, and has just been appointed as a first-time manager at a blazing-hot Silicon Valley startup called Unicornify.AI. because of course it is called that. She wore chunky sneakers and quoted Brené Brown in investor meetings. Ava had swagger, spreadsheets, and […]

For every new manager or any manager who suddenly woke up in the age of algorithms as a first-time manager… Let me introduce you to Wally Von Picklesworth, yes, that is the real name of our artificial matrix hero. And no, this is not satire (well, maybe just a little). Wally is 58. He has

Mr. Müd looked at the painting I had hung on the wall of my very first office—with a door! (Okay fine, it was technically a glorified storage room, but hey, it had a door!) He squinted, tilted his head, and asked, “Did you paint that?” Oh no. He thinks I am that good of an

I remember my first days as a manager as if they were yesterday. I had just moved into my tiny office, more “vintage” than new. The desk was a hand-me-down, nothing like the sleek, high-tech setups I’d grown used to. But this was my new reality — my first real shot at managing something —

It was finally happening. After a series of adventurous (and occasionally disastrous) launch attempts by other distributors, we had reached that glorious turning point. The stars aligned, the cosmos gave a nod, and I—brand new to the role of manager at 28 years old—was handed the opportunity (read: challenge) to lead the Pierre Fabre Sifar

Since I saw Paris the first time when I was a little girl, France had always been in my dreams. I grew up imagining the cafés, the art, the grand boulevards. And now, I was finally going — not just as a tourist, but as a newly promoted manager, representing my company! I was about

There I was again, hitting the road in my old blue Fiat 124 — trusty, crusty, and barely holding together — heading toward the office. But that day wasn’t just any day. I was on my way to one of Mr. Müd’s infamous marketing training sessions — the kind that employees spoke about with a

At 28, freshly promoted and sitting at the VIP — Very Important Place — desk in our open-space office, I found myself staring at the only typewriter in the room. I was deeply disappointed. One of my teammates had just made a mistake — not a little oopsie, a full-blown biggie. Mr. Müd, the owner

He gave us: “Energy equals mass multiplied by the speed of light squared.” Where Energy is the outcome, Mass is the substance, and the speed of light squared is a massive force multiplier. This formula shows us that mass and energy are different forms of the same thing. Even the tiniest bit of mass can

We were sitting in this cozy restaurant by the sea, soaking up the sun and each other’s company… me and my brilliant Gen Zers. It was six months ago, back when we still worked together. The rumors had already started: the company was going to leave the country. We were just about to visit the