In 1993 I wanted to be a manager. I was living in Boston and in my third year of working for a small software company based in Cambridge. I had already led technical teams in the field, but now it was time to go to HQ and rub shoulders with the bosses. The company hired a psychologist to give us the equivalent of a Hogwarts sorting hat fitment to our fu…
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