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"My CEO walked off with $41 million and all I got was this lousy T-shirt!"

"My CEO walked off with $41 million and all I got was this lousy T-shirt!"


Cute, methinks. A great example of the cynicism that most have of corporate America, even those who live within it, and rely deeply upon this system for their livelihoods. I wonder when corporate leaders will finally realize that they've overdrawn their credibility account and that few trust them. Perhaps it's unjust that all are lumped together, but that's the nature of things. All within that umbrella need to work together to build trust. First, they must realize that the trust isn't there; that the relationship is damaged. Hearing executive after executive complain about the distrust and cynicism that they face shows how they just don't get it. Interesting, really, how many leaders demand and expect trust, but are unwilling to earn it.

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