The Great Pity of the Sterile Processing Pizza Party: Recognition Drowned in Marinara Sauce
I’ve got nothing against pizza. Believe me. I’d push a grandma out of the way if she were holding up the line for some buffalo ranch chicken pizza. So trust me when I say, this is not some kind of veiled attack against a menu choice. Instead, it’s a frontal assault against lazy leadership, uncreative…
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