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  • My company is run by men. That's not always a bad thing since most men are cool, but when these three are all in the office together, it feels awfully like an old boy's club and even the nicest exec turns into a jerk. We women become the brunt of jokes and innuendo and crude remarks and language.

    In an attempt to counter the negative flow of energy in the executive suite, I enlisted the help of my spirit guides and put a covered jar in the corner of the conference area. White buffalo dance around the belly of the jar. I keep hoping that some goodness and kindness will come through the thickness of the "mean" and change them since asking, pleading, and begging hasn't worked. We'll see.
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