Being unique is highly over rated.

My life is ticking away one subway token at a time - a never ending pirouette of arriving and departing, pushing through turnstiles, nodding goodbye and hello. In eight hours I'll be allowed to turn around and go home.

People are shuffling by in long coats, with shopping bags and takeout, smoking cigarettes and feigning laughter - filling up their lives with distractions to shut out the chaos.

People never realize how much work impacts there self esteem and sense of purpose until they leave a job.

Are people happier with a smaller range of experiences?

False hope is the bread - and - butter of my existence, the only thing that keeps me going.

In today's competitive business world, it is not enough to do your job well; no, to be truly effective, you have to develop skills and strategies for things you'll never have to do, and situations that will never come up.