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Career advice: If you're ever put on a PIP (Performance Improvement Plan), start applying for other jobs TODAY. The company has already made its decision to fire your ass. All they're doing now is building a paper trail in case you sue.

Underrated career advice: Choose to work in a place with high talent density early in your career. You tend to rise or fall to the level of the people around you. When you work with exceptional people, you absorb their standards, pace, frameworks, and instincts almost through osmosis. High-talent environments compress learning cycles and force you to grow faster than you would on your own. They change your opportunity set and rewire your brain. The compounding effect of a few years in that environment can change the trajectory of your life. Early in your career, there’s probably nothing more valuable than choosing the room with the highest talent per square foot.

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My coworker Dan retired last month. He sold his house and prepared to move to Arizona. On his final afternoon, he did not give me career advice. He did not tell me who to avoid in management. He handed me a yellow legal pad, folded into four quarters. "Put this in your safe," he said. Inside were nine names and nine phone numbers, written in pencil over what looked like twenty-five years. Next to each name was a single word: "Tree." "Roof." "Concrete." "Transmission." None of them had last names. Two of them had the word "Dead" lightly erased and replaced by a son's first name. Dan tapped the paper with his thumb. "When the storm comes, do not post on Facebook asking for help. Do not call the city. Call Dale." "Who is Dale?" "Dale does the trees. Tell him you sit at Dan's desk." "Will he answer?" "He will answer before the second ring. But you listen to me carefully: Dale is seventy-one. You do not call Dale for a branch. You call Dale when the timber is through the rafters. You offer him coffee from a thermos, black. If you offer him fancy creamer, he will pack his saws and leave." I looked at the piece of paper. In Japan, land is passed down through stamped deeds and registry offices. Here, a house is just drywall and cedar. The actual deed to the property is the piece of yellow paper that connects you to the men who keep the roof from caving in. Dan shook my hand, got into his truck, and left for the desert. I am thirty-eight years old, and for the first time in this country, I feel legally protected.