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	<title>Comments on: On Leaving Corporate America</title>
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	<description>Career nirvana is an inside job.</description>
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		<title>By: Roger Fulton</title>
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		<dc:creator>Roger Fulton</dc:creator>
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		<description>Not any different for us, either. Many of the movies where you see the snakes in the grass slithering around are true. They all carry knives and want your job. I reached the p;oint where I said, if you want it, take it, dummy. 
     As for Portland, if you wanted that bad with that much rain in your face, I&#039;ll help you into the corner office as I pack my bags and head into the southwest. 
     I write books now, in sunny Tucson and view it all much they way you do. To hell with it all. The corporate &quot;ladder&quot; is a joke. Who needs it. Battle your way to the top, and everyone under you, your &quot;pals,&quot; suddenly turn jealous and will cut your throat out of jealously. 
    Friends? Nah.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not any different for us, either. Many of the movies where you see the snakes in the grass slithering around are true. They all carry knives and want your job. I reached the p;oint where I said, if you want it, take it, dummy.<br />
     As for Portland, if you wanted that bad with that much rain in your face, I&#8217;ll help you into the corner office as I pack my bags and head into the southwest.<br />
     I write books now, in sunny Tucson and view it all much they way you do. To hell with it all. The corporate &#8220;ladder&#8221; is a joke. Who needs it. Battle your way to the top, and everyone under you, your &#8220;pals,&#8221; suddenly turn jealous and will cut your throat out of jealously.<br />
    Friends? Nah.</p>
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