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Resume Writing and Interviewing Skills That Work for You

In today's competitive job market, having a strong resume and interviewing skills is essential for landing your dream job. But with so much conflicting advice out there, it can be tough to know what actually works.

Resume Writing Tips

Focus on achievements, not just responsibilities. When describing your work experience, don't just list your duties. Instead, focus on the specific accomplishments you achieved in each role. Use action verbs and quantifiable results to make your impact clear.

Tailor your resume to each job. Don't send out the same generic resume for every position. Take the time to tailor your resume to the specific requirements of each job you're applying for.

Keep it concise and error-free. Your resume should be no more than one or two pages long, and it should be free of any typos or grammatical errors.

Interviewing Tips

Do your research. Before your interview, be sure to research the company and the position you're interviewing for. This will help you answer questions thoughtfully and demonstrate your interest in the job.

Practice your answers to common interview questions. There are a few common interview questions that you're likely to be asked in every interview. Take some time to practice your answers to these questions beforehand.

Be confident and enthusiastic. Make sure you project confidence and enthusiasm during your interview. Let the interviewer know that you're excited about the opportunity.

Additional Tips

Get feedback on your resume and interviewing skills. Ask a friend, family member, or career counselor to review your resume and give you feedback on your interviewing skills.

Network with people in your field. Networking is a great way to learn about job openings and make connections with people who can help you advance your career.

Don't give up. The job search can be tough, but don't give up. Keep applying for jobs and stay positive.

By following these tips, you can improve your resume writing and interviewing skills and increase your chances of landing your dream job.

I would also like to add that it is important to be yourself during your interview. Don't try to be someone you're not, as the interviewer will be able to tell. Just be confident, enthusiastic, and genuine, and you'll be sure to make a great impression.

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The one weird monopoly trick that gave us Walmart and Amazon and killed Main Street

I'm coming to BURNING MAN! On TUESDAY (Aug 27) at 1PM, I'm giving a talk called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE!" at PALENQUE NORTE (7&E). On WEDNESDAY (Aug 28) at NOON, I'm doing a "Talking Caterpillar" Q&A at LIMINAL LABS (830&C).

Walmart didn't just happen. The rise of Walmart – and Amazon, its online successor – was the result of a specific policy choice, the decision by the Reagan administration not to enforce a key antitrust law. Walmart may have been founded by Sam Walton, but its success (and the demise of the American Main Street) are down to Reaganomics.

The law that Reagan neutered? The Robinson-Patman Act, a very boring-sounding law that makes it illegal for powerful companies (like Walmart) to demand preferential pricing from their suppliers (farmers, packaged goods makers, meat producers, etc). The idea here is straightforward. A company like Walmart is a powerful buyer (a "monopsonist" – compare with "monopolist," a powerful seller). That means that they can demand deep discounts from suppliers. Smaller stores – the mom and pop store on your Main Street – don't have the clout to demand those discounts. Worse, because those buyers are weak, the sellers – packaged goods companies, agribusiness cartels, Big Meat – can actually charge them more to make up for the losses they're taking in selling below cost to Walmart.

Reagan ordered his antitrust cops to stop enforcing Robinson-Patman, which was a huge giveaway to big business. Of course, that's not how Reagan framed it: He called Robinson-Patman a declaration of "war on low prices," because it prevented big companies from using their buying power to squeeze huge discounts. Reagan's court sorcerers/economists asserted that if Walmart could get goods at lower prices, they would sell goods at lower prices.

Which was true…up to a point. Because preferential discounting (offering better discounts to bigger customers) creates a structural advantage over smaller businesses, it meant that big box stores would eventually eliminate virtually all of their smaller competitors. That's exactly what happened: downtowns withered, suburban big boxes grew. Spending that would have formerly stayed in the community was whisked away to corporate headquarters. These corporate HQs were inevitably located in "onshore-offshore" tax haven states, meaning they were barely taxed at the state level. That left plenty of money in these big companies' coffers to spend on funny accountants who'd help them avoid federal taxes, too. That's another structural advantage the big box stores had over the mom-and-pops: not only did they get their inventory at below-cost discounts, they didn't have to pay tax on the profits, either.

MBA programs actually teach this as a strategy to pursue: they usually refer to Amazon's "flywheel" where lower prices bring in more customers which allows them to demand even lower prices:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaSwWYemLek

You might have heard about rural and inner-city "food deserts," where all the independent grocery stores have shuttered, leaving behind nothing but dollar stores? These are the direct product of the decision not to enforce Robinson-Patman. Dollar stores target working class neighborhoods with functional, beloved local grocers. They open multiple dollar stores nearby (nearly all the dollar stores you see are owned by one of two conglomerates, no matter what the sign over the door says). They price goods below cost and pay for high levels of staffing, draining business off the community grocery store until it collapses. Then, all the dollar stores except one close and the remaining store fires most of its staff (working at a dollar store is incredibly dangerous, thanks to low staffing levels that make them easy targets for armed robbers). Then, they jack up prices, selling goods in "cheater" sizes that are smaller than the normal retail packaging, and which are only made available to large dollar store conglomerates:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/27/walmarts-jackals/#cheater-sizes

Writing in The American Prospect, Max M Miller and Bryce Tuttle1 – a current and a former staffer for FTC Commissioner Alvaro Bedoya – write about the long shadow cast by Reagan's decision to put Robinson-Patman in mothballs:

https://prospect.org/economy/2024-08-13-stopping-excessive-market-power-monopoly/

They tell the story of Robinson-Patman's origins in 1936, when A&P was using preferential discounts to destroy the independent grocery sector and endanger the American food system. A&P didn't just demand preferential discounts from its suppliers; it also charged them a fortune to be displayed on its shelves, an early version of Amazon's $38b/year payola system:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/28/enshittification/#relentless-payola

They point out that Robinson-Patman didn't really need to be enacted; America already had an antitrust law that banned this conduct: section 2 of the the Clayton Act, which was passed in 1914. But for decades, the US courts refused to interpret the Clayton Act according to its plain meaning, with judges tying themselves in knots to insist that the law couldn't possibly mean what it said. Robinson-Patman was one of a series of antitrust laws that Congress passed in a bid to explain in words so small even federal judges could understand them that the purpose of American antitrust law was to keep corporations weak:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/14/aiming-at-dollars/#not-men

Both the Clayton Act and Robinson-Patman reject the argument that it's OK to let monopolies form and come to dominate critical sectors of the American economy based on the theoretical possibility that this will lead to lower prices. They reject this idea first as a legal matter. We don't let giant corporations victimize small businesses and their suppliers just because that might help someone else.

Beyond this, there's the realpolitik of monopoly. Yes, companies could pass lower costs on to customers, but will they? Look at Amazon: the company takes $0.45-$0.51 out of every dollar that its sellers earn, and requires them to offer their lowest price on Amazon. No one has a 45-51% margin, so every seller jacks up their prices on Amazon, but you don't notice it, because Amazon forces them to jack up prices everywhere else:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/01/managerial-discretion/#junk-fees

The Robinson-Patman Act did important work, and its absence led to many of the horribles we're living through today. This week on his Peoples & Things podcast, Lee Vinsel talked with Benjamin Waterhouse about his new book, One Day I’ll Work for Myself: The Dream and Delusion That Conquered America:

https://athenaeum.vt.domains/peoplesandthings/2024/08/12/78-benjamin-c-waterhouse-on-one-day-ill-work-for-myself-the-dream-and-delusion-that-conquered-america/

Towards the end of the discussion, Vinsel and Waterhouse turn to Robinson-Patman, its author, Wright Patman, and the politics of small business in America. They point out – correctly – that Wright Patman was something of a creep, a "Dixiecrat" (southern Democrat) who was either an ideological segregationist or someone who didn't mind supporting segregation irrespective of his beliefs.

That's a valid critique of Wright Patman, but it's got little bearing on the substance and history of the law that bears his name, the Robinson-Patman Act. Vinsel and Waterhouse get into that as well, and while they made some good points that I wholeheartedly agreed with, I fiercely disagree with the conclusion they drew from these points.

Vinsel and Waterhouse point out (again, correctly) that small businesses have a long history of supporting reactionary causes and attacking workers' rights – associations of small businesses, small women-owned business, and small minority-owned businesses were all in on opposition to minimum wages and other key labor causes.

But while this is all true, that doesn't make Robinson-Patman a reactionary law, or bad for workers. The point of protecting small businesses from the predatory practices of large firms is to maintain an American economy where business can't trump workers or government. Large companies are literally ungovernable: they have gigantic war-chests they can spend lobbying governments and corrupting the political process, and concentrated sectors find it comparatively easy to come together to decide on a single lobbying position and then make it reality.

As Vinsel and Waterhouse discuss, US big business has traditionally hated small business. They recount a notorious and telling anaecdote about the editor of the Chamber of Commerce magazine asking his boss if he could include coverage of small businesses, given the many small business owners who belonged to the Chamber, only to be told, "Over my dead body." Why did – why does – big business hate small business so much? Because small businesses wreck the game. If they are included in hearings, notices of inquiry, or just given a vote on what the Chamber of Commerce will lobby for with their membership dollars, they will ask for things that break with the big business lobbying consensus.

That's why we should like small business. Not because small business owners are incapable of being petty tyrants, but because whatever else, they will be petty. They won't be able to hire million-dollar-a-month union-busting law-firms, they won't be able to bribe Congress to pass favorable laws, they can't capture their regulators with juicy offers of sweet jobs after their government service ends.

Vinsel and Waterhouse point out that many large firms emerged during the era in which Robinson-Patman was in force, but that misunderstands the purpose of Robinson-Patman: it wasn't designed to prevent any large businesses from emerging. There are some capital-intensive sectors (say, chip fabrication) where the minimum size for doing anything is pretty damned big.

As Miller and Tuttle write:

The goal of RPA was not to create a permanent Jeffersonian agrarian republic of exclusively small businesses. It was to preserve a diverse economy of big and small businesses. Congress recognized that the needs of communities and people—whether in their role as consumers, business owners, or workers—are varied and diverse. A handful of large chains would never be able to meet all those needs in every community, especially if they are granted pricing power.

The fight against monopoly is only secondarily a fight between small businesses and giant ones. It's foundationally a fight about whether corporations should have so much power that they are too big to fail, too big to jail, and too big to care.

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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/14/the-price-is-wright/#enforcement-priorities

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Automated Physiognomy @quasi-normalcy @socialistexan

A new study by researchers from four universities claims artificial intelligence (AI) models can predict career and educational success from a single image of a person’s face.

The researchers from Ivy League schools and others used photos from LinkedIn and photo directories of several top US MBA programs to determine what is called the Big Five personality traits for 96,000 graduates. It then compared those personality traits to employment outcomes and education histories of the graduates to determine correlation between the personality and success.

The findings highlight the significant impact AI could have as it shapes hiring practices. Employers and job seekers are increasingly turning to generative AI (genAI) to to automate their search tasks, whether it’s creating a shortlist of candidates for a position or writing a cover letter and resume. And data shows applicants can use AI to improve the chances of getting a particular job or a company finding the perfect talent match.

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Michael Anderson had always believed that life was a sequence of carefully orchestrated steps. The son of a modest middle-class family, he had worked tirelessly to get into a reputable MBA program, thinking this was the perfect next rung on his ladder to success. The campus was massive, sleek glass buildings rising against the skyline, dotted by well-kept lawns and clusters of excited new students exploring every corner. Michael arrived early on his first day, eager to find his classroom and settle in. With a new messenger bag slung over his shoulder, he navigated the corridors, each footstep echoing off the polished tile floors. He could still remember the fluttering excitement in his stomach as he checked the classroom number against his schedule, anticipating an introduction to his fellow MBA students and a new phase of his academic life.

He found the designated room, a large lecture hall with rows of desks set up in a semicircle. Oddly, the lights were dimmer than he would have expected for such a state-of-the-art campus building. The overhead fluorescents were turned down low, leaving a subdued atmosphere in the space. Michael hesitated in the doorway, noticing something strange: students already seated were facing straight ahead, their bodies unusually rigid, hands on their desks, spines straight, eyes open and staring forward. They did not talk among themselves. No one even glanced at Michael as he entered. Their silence was almost eerie, as though they were mannequins in a store display. It wasn’t the kind of first-day excitement he’d been anticipating.

Unsure of what else to do, Michael stepped into the classroom. A wave of apprehension rippled through him. He paused and scanned the room, trying to see if there was any sign or signal that might explain this bizarre behavior. But there was nothing. No one was chatting, texting, or even tapping a foot nervously. The entire class of perhaps twenty students sat there like statues. Michael’s eyes darted around, searching for any clue that might assure him this was some elaborate orientation exercise. But no one broke the silence.

A thin film of sweat gathered on his palms as he approached an empty desk in the second row. He told himself maybe the professor had given them instructions to be quiet and still, perhaps as part of some unorthodox lesson in discipline. Trying to act normal, he pulled back the seat and settled down, feeling the cool metal against his legs. He placed his bag by his feet. When he looked up, he saw that every student’s gaze was focused on the front of the room, as if transfixed by an invisible force. The air felt oddly still, stifling even, as though no one in the room was breathing.

Michael swallowed hard, determined not to panic. “This is just an exercise,” he told himself. “They’re trying to test our composure or something.” Yet as he placed his hands on the desk, he felt a sudden, undeniable stiffness creep into his arms and legs. It was subtle at first—just a tingle, a bit of resistance when he tried to shift his position. He attempted to move his arm, but it felt heavier than before, like it was fighting against him. Alarmed, he tried to swivel in his seat, but his body refused. His spine, which he had instinctively tried to relax, remained perfectly upright, locked into place.

A prickling sensation raced up the back of his neck. He glanced around with his eyes—since turning his head was now impossible—and saw that everyone else was still motionless. The only difference was that a few new students had quietly entered the room, found empty seats, and then assumed the same unnerving posture. It was as though the moment they sat down, they became locked in place, their eyes wide, bodies stiff. Michael’s mind began to race. “What is going on? Is this a prank? Is something happening to us?”

He tried to speak, to call out to the others, but his lips remained sealed. He couldn’t even open his mouth. Panic clutched at his chest. His breathing sped up in short, shallow bursts, the only physical action he could still manage. Every instinct in him screamed to stand up and bolt for the door, to get as far away from this weirdness as possible. But his limbs remained inert, as though pinned to the desk by invisible clamps.

Seconds crawled by, each one stretching into an eternity of dread. Michael’s mind churned through possibilities: had they been drugged somehow? Was there a gas in the room? Was this an elaborate hazing ritual? Yet none of these explanations seemed plausible. He could still see the door wide open. He could see new students walking in, and the same thing happening to them. Each one took a seat, looked straight ahead, and became just as rigid and silent as the rest.

Time dragged on in that suffocating hush until, finally, a man entered the room. He was tall, lean, and impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray suit. A slick tie in a dark shade of burgundy completed the ensemble. His shoes gleamed under the dull overhead lights. A smirk curved his lips as he surveyed the room of immobilized students. He shut the door gently behind him, the click reverberating through the thick silence. Then, with measured steps, he approached the lectern at the front of the classroom.

Michael’s heart hammered in his chest as he watched the man. This had to be the instructor, but his demeanor was not that of a caring professor or a typical lecturer. There was something unnerving about the way he smiled, something almost predatory in his gaze.

“Welcome,” the man said, his voice cool and resonant. “My name is Dr. Randall, and I’ll be… guiding you through this accelerated process.” He looked around the room, his eyes alight with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. “I know you all came here expecting an MBA education, perhaps a year or two of classes, assignments, group projects, and so on. But let’s be honest, that takes far too long. In today’s world, time is money. So we’ve decided on a fast-track approach.”

His words made little sense to Michael at first. A fast-track approach? But the man’s tone was calm and self-assured, as if he was about to conduct a perfectly normal seminar. That smirk never left his face.

“We’ve found,” Dr. Randall continued, “that the best results can be achieved by simply… transforming you. Why spend years learning the ropes when we can expedite the process? After all, isn’t efficiency the hallmark of good business?”

Michael’s stomach lurched. He wanted to scream, to demand an explanation, but he remained mute, locked in place. He could feel the tension in the air around him. It wasn’t just his own fear; it was as though the entire room was thick with it, each person silently panicking in their own frozen shell. Dr. Randall reached under the lectern and pulled out a sleek, metallic device. It looked futuristic, with a small display screen and vents along its sides. He set it down and pressed a button. A low hum filled the air, rising in pitch until it became a subtle whir.

“There,” Dr. Randall said, his voice almost triumphant. “That should do it.”

The sound was disconcerting, vibrating in Michael’s eardrums. A peculiar warmth spread through the room, as if the temperature had risen a few degrees. And then, to Michael’s horror, he saw the first visible signs of change. One of the students in the front row, a young woman with short blonde hair, started to shift. It wasn’t just a slight movement of her limbs; her entire body seemed to grow taller, more poised. Her casual T-shirt and jeans began to shimmer, as though the fabric was alive. Within seconds, her clothes morphed into a tailored navy-blue blazer, paired with a crisp white blouse and a sleek pencil skirt. Her hair lengthened and twisted into a neat updo. Her features matured, losing that youthful roundness. She looked at least ten years older now, exuding a professional, almost corporate aura. Her eyes, once wide with fear, now glimmered with a new sense of purpose.

Michael watched, unable to tear his gaze away, as the transformations began to ripple through the room. Another student, a lanky man wearing a faded hoodie and sweatpants, started to change. His posture straightened; his shoulders broadened. His hoodie and sweatpants shifted into a sharp black suit with a crisp dress shirt and tie. His hair, once messy, styled itself neatly, and a glimmer of ambition lit up his gaze. He looked exactly like someone who belonged on the cover of a business magazine.

All around Michael, similar transformations were happening. Each student’s clothing warped and changed to match a variety of business personas. One young man ended up in a sleek turtleneck and fitted slacks, reminiscent of a tech startup founder in Silicon Valley. Another donned a double-breasted suit with a flamboyant pocket square, looking like a finance mogul. A couple of students turned into more casual but still upscale entrepreneurs—one wearing a designer polo and tailored chinos, another in a chic blazer with jeans and expensive loafers. A tall woman in the back row found herself dressed in a sophisticated power suit, complete with high heels and a commanding presence. Her once uncertain expression melted into one of unwavering confidence, as though she was already the CEO of a successful corporation.

The entire classroom buzzed with these physical changes. Clothes, hairstyles, facial features—all shifting and aging. Michael felt the seat beneath him tremble as if reacting to the swirl of energy in the room. He could hear muffled gasps from a few corners, though most remained silent, whether out of shock or because they were still paralyzed. He tried again to move his arms or legs, but he was stuck fast. His heart pounded violently in his chest. He felt lightheaded, almost dizzy with fear and confusion. Yet there was no escape from whatever was happening.

And then it started happening to him.

A tingling sensation ran down his arms, across his torso, and into his legs. He felt his skin tighten. The hair on his arms and face prickled as though an electric current was running through him. He tried to scream, but not a sound emerged. The transformation had found him, and there was no way to resist. He could feel something shifting inside him—something beyond mere muscle or bone. Memories. Thoughts. Pieces of who he was seemed to be in flux.

The first outward sign came from his clothes. His simple collared shirt and khakis began to ripple, the fabric changing texture and color. The collar stiffened, the fabric of his shirt growing thicker and smoother. Within seconds, he found himself clad in a crisp white dress shirt, tailored to fit his torso perfectly. His khakis darkened and morphed into fitted trousers in a subtle pinstripe pattern. A jacket materialized over his shirt, forming around his arms and shoulders until it became a stylish blazer in a light gray hue with a faint check pattern. A tie manifested around his neck, snug and elegant, with a tasteful design in gold and black. His belt, once worn-looking, turned into fine leather, and his shoes, previously scuffed loafers, transformed into glossy Italian dress shoes that hugged his feet with refined craftsmanship.

Michael’s heart thundered in his chest as he felt an odd pressure in his toes. The shoes he was now wearing seemed to grow tighter and then loosen again as his feet themselves expanded. He could sense his toes stretching, the arches of his feet elongating. It was disorienting and faintly painful, like an extreme version of a foot cramp that forced his feet to grow bigger, more pronounced. The shoes accommodated these changes seamlessly, as though they were crafted for this new size. The sensation traveled up his calves, thickening them, adding muscle and definition he had never possessed before.

But the changes were not just physical in a superficial sense. He felt his entire body becoming older, more mature. The reflection in the polished metal edge of the desk, faint but visible, showed a face that was subtly altering. His jawline seemed to sharpen, becoming more pronounced and masculine. His cheeks lost some of their youthful roundness, giving way to a more angular structure. His eyes, once wide with a kind of academic curiosity, took on a focused, piercing quality. Even his eyebrows seemed to shift shape, becoming thicker and more defined.

Then came the stubble. At first, it was just a faint dusting along his jaw and upper lip, but within moments it darkened and spread into a thick, well-groomed layer of facial hair that accentuated his strong jawline. The color of his hair, once a light brown, deepened into a richer, darker shade, with subtle hints of black. He could feel a warmth under his skin, as though his very cells were being rearranged, the structure of his face adapting to a different heritage, a different lineage. His complexion took on a sun-kissed olive tone, as if he’d spent summers along the Mediterranean rather than in his suburban hometown.

Michael’s mind spun. He was aware of every shift, every new hair, every new contour of muscle. His arms, once lean, filled out with a strength he’d never known, the veins becoming slightly more visible. His shoulders broadened, and his torso gained a sleek athleticism that pressed against the tailored shirt and jacket. He felt the collar of his shirt snug around a neck that was thicker than before, yet still elegantly proportioned. If he could have looked down fully, he would have seen a well-defined chest, not bodybuilder massive, but sculpted in a way that spoke of discipline and confidence.

Alongside these physical changes, a torrent of memories began to flood his mind. It was as if a second life was being overlaid onto his original one. Snippets of a childhood spent in Italy flickered in his consciousness: running through narrow cobblestone streets in a small village, family gatherings where relatives spoke rapid Italian, dinners filled with pasta dishes and robust conversation. He saw himself growing older, studying in a prestigious Italian school, then interning at a major corporation, swiftly climbing the ranks. These images clashed with his real memories—of an American childhood, of public school, of playing basketball in the driveway. But the new memories were relentless, embedding themselves with a clarity and emotional weight that made them feel more real than anything he had known before.

He tried to cling to his identity: “I’m Michael Anderson,” he told himself in his thoughts. “I grew up in a suburb outside Chicago. I came here for my MBA. I—” But the surge of new experiences drowned out that internal voice. He saw board meetings where he spoke fluent Italian and English, negotiating deals, outsmarting rivals, making swift, ruthless decisions. He felt the pride of walking through an office building that seemed to belong to him, or at least he was in a position of significant power. The swirling confusion made him dizzy. If only he could move, maybe he could shake off these alien memories. But his body remained locked in that forward-facing posture, as if forcing him to absorb everything the device was feeding into his mind.

He heard a voice in his head that was not quite his own. It was deeper, tinged with an Italian accent, confident and authoritative. It said: “I am Massimo Andrelli. I have always been the best in the room, the smartest, the most cunning. Nothing stands in my way. I see opportunities where others see obstacles. I take what I want, and I succeed.” The voice repeated these sentiments, layering them over Michael’s old self. He felt a mounting pressure in his skull, as though his brain was being rewired to embrace these new thoughts. Anxiety gnawed at him—he could sense his old identity slipping away. But he could do nothing to halt it.

He desperately tried to hold onto the memory of his mother’s face, the name of his old high school, the smell of his bedroom at home. But each recollection was like sand slipping through his fingers, replaced by new, more dominant images. A sprawling villa in Tuscany. A father who was a stern businessman, teaching him the importance of power and strategy from an early age. The relentless hustle of city life in Milan, where he’d built a reputation as a shrewd negotiator. The language in his mind turned fluidly into Italian phrases, sprinkling them among English words. The more he tried to fight it, the more the new identity asserted itself.

Meanwhile, the rest of the class was undergoing similar transformations. A few seats down, he saw a timid young man become a confident tech guru in a sleek black turtleneck. His once uncertain expression now radiated with visionary zeal. A woman who had been wearing a casual sweatshirt and jeans was now in a tailored suit, exuding executive-level poise. Everyone in the room looked a decade or more older, as though they had stepped into their prime. Their faces, once anxious, now reflected an unflinching determination. Michael realized with a shock that each person’s entire life story was probably being overwritten, just like his was. They were no longer fresh MBA students. They were seasoned professionals, complete with years of experience that had materialized out of nowhere.

He felt the final waves of transformation coursing through him. His mind, battered by the onslaught of new knowledge and memories, began to capitulate. A sense of cold, calculated ambition filled his thoughts. He felt a cunning intelligence sharpen his senses. He knew precisely how to read a person’s body language, how to close a deal, how to leverage weaknesses. This new persona was supremely confident, borderline ruthless. Compassion and empathy seemed secondary to achieving objectives and securing success.

For a moment, Michael’s old self screamed in silent defiance. “This isn’t me!” he thought. “I’m not like this!” But that voice was drowned out by the booming certainty of Massimo Andrelli. “Of course this is who I am,” the new voice insisted. “I was born for this. I was molded by ambition and discipline. The world bends to my will.” The transformation device hummed louder, as if sealing the final layers of his new identity.

He felt a final pang of regret, a faint whisper of his old name—Michael Anderson. Then it was gone, submerged under the wave of Massimo’s personality. He couldn’t even recall what that name signified. It felt alien, meaningless. His posture straightened further, a posture of supreme self-assurance. The stubble on his face felt natural, as though he had worn it for years. He could still smell the faint scent of expensive cologne that now clung to him, a fragrance that matched his polished appearance. His massive feet felt snug in his finely crafted shoes, a testament to his strong, imposing presence.

When the transformation was complete, the device emitted a soft beep and fell silent. Dr. Randall, who had watched it all with a pleased smirk, clapped his hands once. “And that concludes your fast-track MBA,” he said with an ironic tilt of his head. “Congratulations. You are all now the professionals you were meant to be, but in a fraction of the time.”

As though on cue, every student in the room stood up in unison, moving with a fluid, synchronized precision that was almost robotic. Massimo found himself rising as well, picking up a sleek leather briefcase he hadn’t had before. His body obeyed without question. There was a strange emptiness in his mind regarding the immediate past. He felt no confusion, no alarm. In fact, everything felt normal, as if he had just completed a routine meeting. He looked around at his fellow classmates—no, they weren’t classmates. They were other professionals, each with their own unique specialty and style, each exuding a sense of authority.

Dr. Randall opened the door, and they all filed out into the hallway. No one spoke. It was as though they were still under some residual compulsion, moving like a well-organized unit. The corridor was deserted, lit by those same subdued fluorescent lights. Their footsteps echoed as they marched in near-perfect step. Massimo’s mind felt strangely quiet, as though every question he might have once had was unnecessary now. He knew his place in the world; he had a business to run, deals to make, and a reputation to uphold.

They exited the building and stepped into the bright daylight. The sun was warm on Massimo’s face, reflecting off the glass facades of the campus structures. Yet the group did not pause or disperse. They walked straight ahead, crossing the manicured lawns, passing other buildings, heading off campus as though drawn by an invisible directive. Cars passed by, and a few pedestrians glanced at the group of sharply dressed men and women striding with purpose. But no one stopped them.

At some point, the crowd began to split off in different directions. A few veered toward a parking lot, others down a side street. Massimo continued forward, guided by some internal compass. He walked several blocks, each step bringing him closer to the heart of the city. The buildings around him grew taller, more imposing. Sidewalks became crowded with people, some dressed casually, others in business attire, but none seemed as sharply focused as Massimo. He navigated the throng effortlessly, his polished shoes clicking against the pavement. The gentle breeze ruffled his blazer, but he ignored it, his mind fixed on a singular destination.

Finally, he stopped in front of a modern high-rise with sleek lines and tinted windows. The building towered above him, a testament to commerce and ambition. Massimo entered the lobby without hesitation. It was a grand space, with marble floors and minimalist decor, bustling with professionals rushing in and out. A security guard nodded politely at him, as if recognizing him, and Massimo made his way to the elevator bank.

He pressed the button for the twentieth floor, the elevator doors slid open, and he stepped inside with a few other people. The ride up was swift and smooth. No one spoke. The faint hum of the elevator and the distant ring of phones from the lobby were the only sounds. Massimo felt a sense of calm confidence. He was exactly where he was supposed to be. The elevator doors opened onto a reception area with plush carpets and a large glass partition that bore the name of a company he knew he was part of, though he couldn’t quite remember learning it—he simply knew it. He gave the receptionist a curt nod as he walked past her desk. She greeted him with a professional smile, addressing him by name: “Good morning, Mr. Andrelli.”

He acknowledged her with a slight tilt of his head. “Buongiorno,” he responded, the Italian slipping from his tongue with practiced ease. His accent was subtle but distinct. He continued down a corridor lined with offices, the walls decorated with motivational posters and framed awards. Several employees—he recognized them all somehow—glanced up from their workstations and greeted him respectfully. He responded with polite nods, already mentally reviewing the tasks of the day.

His personal office was at the end of the hallway, a corner space with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. A sleek wooden desk dominated the room, flanked by tasteful leather chairs. The décor was modern but with hints of classic Italian style—elegant paintings, a sophisticated color palette. Massimo stepped inside, letting the door close behind him. He breathed in the faint scent of espresso, a smell that felt comforting and familiar. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the polished surface of the desk, where a neatly arranged set of papers and a laptop awaited him.

He set his briefcase down and sank into the plush leather chair behind the desk. It felt right, as if he had sat there countless times before. There was no memory of any other life, any other identity. This was who he was: Massimo Andrelli, a driven Italian businessman. The swirl of the morning’s events was gone, replaced by the clarity of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. A small smile curved his lips as he surveyed the cityscape. Another day, another deal to close. His mind buzzed with strategies, negotiations, expansions—everything that fueled his ambition.

Unaware of any strangeness, he booted up his laptop, scanning through emails, each one addressed to him in this life he fully believed he had always lived. The transformation was complete, and as he leaned back in his chair, the day’s work unfolding before him, he felt no trace of Michael Anderson. No flicker of doubt or confusion. This was his normal, and he was eager to excel.

He brushed a hand over the stubble on his jaw, appreciating the confidence it gave him. The city stretched out before him, full of opportunity and challenge. He relished the thought of conquering it. There was nothing else—no other name, no other path. He was who he was meant to be. And with that resolute certainty, Massimo Andrelli began his day.

[mercurygray]

2024 in review

I'm spending my last hour at work doing some inbox management and unsubscribing from email lists, so I figured I've got a little time to reflect on last year.

I don't really feel like I got a lot done in 2024, but still:

- finished up the fic I've been working on for four years - ran Blind Dates again and gave it its own blog - bought a house (???!!!) and then spackled, painted, moved furniture, made the space my own, and stayed on top of most of the day to day maintenance stuff - dealt with a new-to-me personnel issue at work - watched several employees thrive by thinking ahead and planning in advance - somehow wrote 45,000 words in the middle of all of that

Goals for 2025: - start MBA program - be gentler with myself about my writing or lack thereof - Blind Dates Fest 2025 - read more books - install and use my raised garden bed to grow something - finish 2 large home improvement projects - start succession planning for employee retirement in 2026

Anyway. Wishing you all the very best in the year ahead.

[skyfallscotland]

Twisted Love, by Ana Huang 📷

“I never claimed to be Prince Charming, and my love isn’t a fairy-tale type of love. I’m a fucked-up person with fucked-up morals. I won’t write you poems or serenade you beneath the moonlight. But you are the only woman I have eyes for."

I was so close to DNF'ing this, and honestly, I hate-read my way to the end. It's a shame really, because I feel like Huang isn't a bad writer per se, but her characters are completely intolerable (to me) and she needed to make better choices about what was included in this book.

Firstly, this book has every trope you could possibly imagine and I am not exaggerating. This is every wattpad story ever written crammed into one (too long tbh) book. Brother's best friend, grumpy-sunshine, billionaire CEO who doesn't like anyone else, crazy ex-boyfriend, one bed, family members out for your money, family members who wanted to kill you, oh shit actually you're adopted—everything. EVERYTHING. It's too much.

And even if we put that aside...let's move onto the characters.

Ava: the girl with so much trauma she has night terrors and a mysterious past she can't remember, whose father acts like he hates her, whose ex stalks and manhandles her, and oh yeah, she's SO nice and SO happy and just the BEST PERSON EVER all the fucking time, because none of that affected her. At all. ✔️ Check.

Alex: What isn't Alex Volkov? No seriously, what can't he do? And that's not a compliment.

He drove the same way he walked, talked, and breathed—steady and controlled, with an undercurrent of danger warning those foolish enough to contemplate crossing him that doing so would be their death sentence.

Alex’s parents had died when he was young and left him a pile of money he’d quadrupled the value of when he came into his inheritance at age eighteen. Not that he’d needed it, because he’d invented a new financial modeling software in high school that made him a multimillionaire before he could vote. With an IQ of 160, Alex Volkov was a genius, or close to it. He was the only person in Thayer’s history to complete its five-year joint undergrad/ MBA program in three years, and at age twenty-six, he was the COO of one of the most successful real estate development companies in the country. He was a legend, and he knew it.

“I’m not bragging. I have hyperthymesia, or HSAM. Highly superior autobiographical memory. Look it up.”

Stop. Please, I'm begging you.

And if you thought that might have just been her thoughts about him, well...

I didn’t do sweet nothings or lovemaking. I fucked a certain way, and only a specific type of woman was into that shit. Not hard-core BDSM, but not soft. No kissing, no face-to-face contact. Women agreed, then tried to change it up halfway through, after which I’d stop and show them the door.

You like to take a woman from behind and throw in some dirty talk and degradation babe, it's really not that deep 🥴

It's giving ✨i'm not like other guys✨

So anyway after we filter through at least 3178920 predictable plots and sideplots and just sideways journeys that didn't really need to be in here, finally we get to a third-act breakup (his choice) after which he decides he doesn't like (his choice) and decides to stalk her. For over a year.

“I’ll file a restraining order against you. Have you arrested for stalking.” “You can try, but I can’t guarantee my friends in the British government will comply.” His face darkened. “And if you think I’m leaving you alone and unprotected anywhere, you don’t know me at all.”

Ummm bro, the only danger to her here is you, are you kidding me? And sunny old Ava who was literally stalked by her last boyfriend (and it was a whole damn plot point) is like you know what, I love this guy who's stalking me! I'll give him another chance! Sure!

But wait, wait, wait, only after he serenades her with a love song. I'm not kidding. Oh, and you guessed it—voice of an angel, because there's nothing Alex Volkov can't do.

Personally I feel like ten years have passed since I picked up this book yesterday and some chick was stranded in the rain on the side of the road.

Also, minus ten points for

thick, and hard as a steel pipe—

Just...no. Just no.

I'd love to have something more positive to say but I really don't have anything. The side characters were more tolerable than the main characters and that's the only reason I'm wondering if I should subject myself to the next book in the series, but honestly? I really don't think I can. I wish I'd picked up one of the fanfics on my TBR instead 😶

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 430: Out from the Crowd

“Can you believe all these people?” marveled Kori Kleinman in a covert aside to her co-worker as they stood, in most part head-and-shoulders above the gathering crowd of press, eager future patients, and random Melissa ‘fans’; the parking lot was just teeming with them. The two had been out here, on this atypically bright November day, preparing them all for the press event.

“Yeah huh,” Lexi replied, a smug look on her face. Alexa Samuels had her MBA in marketing, but her classes at Michigan had certainly not taught her to deal with anything like this. Still, she was a smart and competently charismatic girl who, maybe as a result of the few treatments of Program she’d had in her days at Evolution and now the more subtle enhancements she’d enjoyed since being assigned here at Far Horizons, was doing a good job of handling the situation. At least, she thought she was. The ribbon-cutting for the upgraded facility was slated for 13:45 , about an hour from now. Many local TV stations were on the scene, though Channel 5 would have the exclusives. 

“Katie should really be out here helping us,” Kori complained through her perfectly practiced smile, showing off her pearly whites as she fielded yet another round of inane questions, this time from a group of goggle-eyed, pimply twerps that looked like they should be in school. Questions about Melissa, of course. Still, she continued to try to beam through her forced smile. “And where the heckin’ heck is Bianca?”

“Yeah, Katie’s doing that job interview, with their old boss,” Lexi answered, handing her card to a sticky-looking guy from Channel 5 who’d wanted to talk about their camera access at the opening gala in the atrium tonight, “and Bianca’s…I dunno where Bianca is.” Though  a witch could come in really handy right about now. I'm sure they would have more than a few ways to quiet these people down. 

Kori just nodded behind subtly clenched teeth as she continued ushering people as best she could away from the front doors and the velvet-roped sections they’d set up. There were a few of the guys from the basement - Melissa’s ‘monkeys’ - that were arranging chairs behind the makeshift podium and trying their best to remain unseen. Cameras were already being assembled in place. Kori knew someone from the mayor’s office would be arriving soon, probably with their own team of people. As part of the Communications team, she knew it’d be partly her job to make sure everyone knew the deal. Lexi, though, was the one really running the show. 

Lexi Samuels, aka Agent 0FHMA011, had been placed in her position in large part to lay the groundwork for this event and to usher in what would soon follow: the aggressive marketing and expansion of Far Horizons Evolution Center into a nationwide brand of medical facilities that would prepare and serve the women of the upcoming new world order in the US. This, today, was ostensibly just a local press event, a silly ribbon-cutting to a new doctor’s office, but Lexi knew the plan was to have this ‘little event’ picked up nationally through the Movement’s burgeoning media empire. Their influence spanned an increasingly extensive web that already boggled Lexi’s mind, and the Movement’s power was only continuing to grow. Similar medical facilities had been successful in other countries where the Movement was more advanced, and had started carrying out their purpose. There was no reason that, with KOLECTV’s help, Far Horizon Evolution Centers couldn’t spring up in every major city from coast-to-coast in the next 12-18 months and from there help spread the Movement's agenda. That was the goal at least, and Lexi knew that her job security partially rested on how well things went today and tonight.  She had the support and guidance, of course, from higher-ups at Evolution, as well as Nexifem and KOLECTV, but boots-on-the-ground moments like these were really in her lap. 

Kori, a naive and semi-recent Communications grad from Syracuse, had actually been a big help. She seemed pretty committed to the cause and, without the benefit of the partial immunity to Melissa’s pheromones that Lexi’s exposure to Program had given her, Kori was also a dedicated Hive member and Melissa fan. That, for now at least, was fine. Also, her tits had recently gotten huge. 

Those pimply twerps from before were ogling them as we speak. 

“Scram you little creeps.” With a sheath of papers that held today's itinerary and logistics, Lexi shooed them away. After they scurried, a young blonde girl was left, and stood facing them seemingly undeterred. 

“Hello there,” Lexi greeted her, smiling her big smile. The young girl had caught her attention.Tanned, busty in a low-cut blue tee. Short-sleeved in the nice weather. She was fresh-faced as all get-out.

“Hi, Ms. Samuels?” the girl asked.

“Yes?” Lexi answered. If the girl knew her name, she’d done her research. 

“My name’s Tia,” she replied, “and I was wondering how I might go about applying for a lifeguard position.”

 Lexi nodded silently. There was something about this one that got her antennae up. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just up. Now, she knew they were still looking for lifeguards for the underground clinic pool. Would they hire teenagers?  “I'm afraid that’s really not my department, but…”

She looked at the girl. Young, really young. Something shimmered inside her, though. Lexi motioned her closer, speaking softly. “You’re on treatment, aren’t you?”

The girl froze, hesitating a bit. But after a quick sideways glance she replied. “No, but my teacher is. She’s in an experimental, like, study. She comes here for treatment, and it’s been working. On all of us,” she said, “so all us girls in her class have been…”

Her voice trailed off. Lexi knew what she meant to say. As natural a beauty as this girl appeared, her height, figure and composure were remarkable. 

“And the boys have been-?“  Lexi prompted, glancing and nodding at the pimply twerps that were now huddled over their phones several yards away. Her classmates, apparently. Here on a class trip? Suddenly they reminded her of small, shrunken little rodents.

“Yeah…they are.” Tia bit her lower lip as she glanced over at the little twerps, “…getting smaller.”

Lexi studied the girl’s reaction, putting it together: a high school teacher, a patient in the Product study clinic here probably, was building a hive of her students. The higher-ups, and the study-coordinator Gianna, were pretty picky-and-choosy about who they brought into the trial. This teacher must have some some sort of connection. Now it was Lexi’s turn to hesitate. She liked the girl well enough, but didn’t know what would transpire if a budding bee from another hive came to work here. What might happen if she was also exposed to Melissa’s pheromones, even if just for a few hours a week?

Could be cool.

“Tell you what,” Lexi said, “I’m going to take your pic, so I remember how adorable you are: smile…”

Tia smiled for Lexi.

“Here’s my card. Send me your stuff, if you have a resume or whatever. I’ll see what I can do about that lifeguard job…”

Lexi regarded her again, thought for a moment.

“Y’know what?” she asked, “We’re having a little gala event here tonight, celebrating the new opening.”

“Yeah I heard,” Tia answered.

This girl has done her homework, Lexi thought again. “How about you drop in, I can introduce you to a few people.”

“For real?” Tia squealed, suddenly belying her youth, eyes wide with enthusiasm.

“Yeah, for real,” Lexi smiled, seeing how the promise of such a fancy, ‘adult’ event was so exciting to the teen, “I’ll get you on the list. Seven o’clock here, tonight. Let me know if you need a dress…”

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thx to ItsThePitts for providing inspiration for the Tia character. We'll see how she...develops. And, of course, RiF for edits.

[rdiasrohini]

Best MBA Colleges in Delhi NCR under IP University—RDIAS Leading with Industry-Focused Programs and Great Placements

Pursuing an MBA in Delhi NCR under Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University (GGSIPU) is an excellent choice for students aspiring to pursue a successful career in business and management. Among the top MBA colleges in Delhi NCR, Rukmini Devi Institute of Advanced Studies (RDIAS) is a premier institute offering an industry-aligned curriculum, state-of-the-art infrastructure, and excellent placement opportunities.

Why Choose RDIAS for an MBA under IP University?

RDIAS, affiliated to IP University, offers a comprehensive MBA program designed to develop analytical, leadership, and decision-making skills in students. The institute integrates experiential learning through case studies, live projects, and internships, giving students practical exposure to real-world business challenges.

Industry-focused curriculum

RDIAS offers a dynamic and updated curriculum aligned with industry trends. Subjects such as marketing, finance, human resource management, and business analytics are taught with a focus on practical implementation. The learning approach includes:

Case study analysis to develop problem-solving skills.

Simulations and group discussions to enhance decision-making abilities.

Workshops and certification in emerging business areas such as digital marketing and data analytics.

Exceptional placement assistance

RDIAS has a dedicated placement cell that collaborates with top recruiters across various industries. The placement record is impressive, with students securing roles in leading companies such as Deloitte, KPMG, Infosys, HDFC Bank, and Wipro. The placement cell provides:

Resume-building assistance and mock interviews.

Pre-placement training to develop soft skills and business acumen.

Networking opportunities with alumni and industry leaders.

Experiential learning through internships and industry exposure

To bridge the gap between academia and industry, RDIAS integrates internships and live projects as a mandatory part of its MBA curriculum. Students get to experience the following:

Corporate internships with reputed firms.

Industrial visits to understand business operations first-hand.

Guest lectures by industry experts from companies like Google, Amazon, and Tata Group.

State-of-the-art infrastructure and learning facilities

The college offers world-class infrastructure with modern classrooms, a well-equipped library, computer labs with advanced business analytics software, and seminar halls for events. The smart learning environment enhances academic engagement and overall student development.

Strong alumni network and career growth opportunities

RDIAS has an extensive alumni network that helps students in career progression through mentorship programs, industry connections, and placement referrals. The institute encourages students to participate in the following:

Entrepreneurship development programs for aspiring business leaders.

Organize festivals and competitions to develop strategic thinking.

Global exchange programs to gain international business insights.

Conclusion

For students looking for the best MBA colleges in Delhi NCR under IP University, RDIAS is the top choice due to its industry-oriented education, exceptional faculty, practical teaching approach, and excellent placements. The institute prepares students for corporate jobs and leadership roles in the competitive business world. If you aspire to pursue an MBA in Delhi NCR, RDIAS should be your priority for a successful and rewarding career.

[12surajkumar]

Top MBA Schools in India Your Career Starts with the Right College

When it comes to shaping a successful career in business and management, selecting the right MBA school is the most critical first step. In India, where the competition is intense and the corporate world is evolving rapidly, an MBA from a top-tier business school offers the knowledge, network, and placement opportunities to help you excel.

In this guide, we explore the top MBA schools in India and show how each institution serves as a launchpad for a high-impact career.

Why Choosing the Right MBA College Matters

A reputed MBA college doesn't just give you a degree—it offers:

🎓 World-class education from experienced faculty

🌐 Industry exposure through internships, guest lectures, and live projects

🤝 Powerful alumni networks that open doors globally

💼 High placement potential with leading companies

🌍 International opportunities through exchange programs and global immersions

Top MBA Schools in India (2025 Edition)

Here’s a curated list of the best MBA schools in India known for academic excellence, top-notch placements, and cutting-edge curriculums.

1. Indian Institute of Management Ahmedabad (IIMA)

Ranking: #1 consistently across major rankings

Average CTC: ₹35.5 LPA

Top Recruiters: McKinsey, BCG, Goldman Sachs

Why Choose IIMA:

Premier case-study-based learning model

Global recognition (EQUIS & AACSB accreditations)

100% placement with high international offers

2. Indian Institute of Management Bangalore (IIMB)

Location: Bangalore – India’s Silicon Valley

Average CTC: ₹33 LPA

Best For: Tech, consulting, and entrepreneurship

Standout Features:

Strong linkages with the corporate and startup ecosystem

Global immersion programs

Active alumni mentorship and leadership development

3. Indian Institute of Management Calcutta (IIMC)

Specialty: Finance and analytics

Average CTC: ₹34 LPA

Top Recruiters: JP Morgan, Barclays, BCG

Highlights:

Internationally renowned faculty

Finance-focused curriculum

Ivy-league level placement results

4. Indian School of Business (ISB), Hyderabad & Mohali

Program: One-year PGP

Average CTC: ₹30 LPA

Unique Strengths:

Globally diverse peer group

Industry-focused curriculum

Excellent for experienced professionals

5. XLRI – Xavier School of Management, Jamshedpur

Popular Programs: PGDM in HRM and Business Management

Average Package: ₹29 LPA

Why XLRI?

Pioneer in Human Resource Management

Excellent leadership development

Ethical business focus and social impact initiatives

6. International Institute of Business Studies (IIBS)

Program: MBA, PGDM, Finance ,Business Analytics

Average Package: ₹8.7 LPA

Why IIBS?

Located near International Airport , Bangalore’s

Well-rounded curriculum

Active placement cell with strong corporate connections

International student exchange options

7. Faculty of Management Studies (FMS), Delhi University

USP: Affordable MBA with top-tier ROI

Average Package: ₹27 LPA

Fee: Less than ₹2 lakhs

Recruiters: Google, Bain & Co., Microsoft

What Sets It Apart:

Best ROI in the country

Government-aided institution with stellar placements

8. SP Jain Institute of Management and Research (SPJIMR), Mumbai

Strengths: Supply chain, operations, family business

Average Salary: ₹25 LPA

Program Innovation:

Global fast-track programs

Value-based learning and social internships

9. Management Development Institute (MDI), Gurgaon

Known For: Marketing, Strategy, and HR

Avg. Package: ₹24 LPA

Placement Highlights:

Regular recruiters include Reckitt, Coca-Cola, Accenture

Proximity to NCR makes it ideal for consulting and FMCG roles

10. Indian Institute of Foreign Trade (IIFT), Delhi & Kolkata

Focus: International Business

Average CTC: ₹23 LPA

Top Recruiters: EXIM Bank, Olam International, Deloitte

International Edge:

Trade specialization curriculum

Strong foreign placement track record

11. NMIMS School of Business Management, Mumbai

Specializations: Finance, Analytics, Pharma Management

Average CTC: ₹20 LPA

Placement Strengths:

Extensive recruiter base from Mumbai's corporate sector

Good choice for freshers and working professionals alike

Honorable Mentions – Emerging B-Schools with Excellent Potential

1. TAPMI, Manipal

Strong emphasis on business analytics and finance

Accredited by AACSB

2. Great Lakes Institute of Management, Chennai

One-year and two-year PGPM/MBA programs

Focus on analytics and AI-driven management

3. IMI Delhi

Centrally located, globally connected

Strong ROI and growing placement stats

4. IBS Hyderabad

Among the largest MBA programs in India

Extensive alumni and recruiter network

How to Choose the Right MBA School in India

Before applying, consider these key selection factors:

Accreditations & Rankings

Check for global accreditations like AACSB, AMBA, EQUIS, and top-tier NIRF/FT rankings.

Specialization Fit

Choose a B-school aligned with your career goals—be it in Finance, Marketing, HR, Analytics, or Entrepreneurship.

Placements & Internships

Look at average CTC, highest package, and top recruiters

Check if summer internships are guaranteed

Location & Industry Interface

Metro cities like Mumbai, Bangalore, Delhi, and Hyderabad provide better exposure

Proximity to corporates enhances live project opportunities

Alumni Network

Strong alumni connections = better mentorship & career growth

Alumni often open doors to referrals and global opportunities

Final Thoughts: Begin Your MBA Journey with the Right Choice

In India, an MBA is more than a qualification—it's a career-transforming experience. The top MBA schools listed here are not only institutions of academic excellence but also gateways to leadership, innovation, and global success.

Your career starts with the right college. Choose wisely, aim high, and let your MBA journey elevate your future.

[ellianasdeadpointeshoes]

what is the age for mba’s prepro? i feel like i saw some younger kids, and not as many older ones.

also, you have to reaudition every year right? bc i don’t believe i saw ellary day?

I think the ellary, Victoria , violet,sylvie, and ophelia past successes may have given the mini program a boost because usually, mba has around 15 minis. Plus hazel Silverman and scarlett Robinson have been getting there ballet training from there. So it's a growing program. I'm pretty sure mbas pre pro is based on vaganova levels but I'm not sure

[globsynbusinessschool]

MBA in HR

An MBA in Human Resource (HR) is a strategic management degree that equips professionals with essential skills in talent acquisition, employee relations, workforce planning, and organizational behavior. Given the rising importance of effective human capital management, businesses increasingly seek skilled HR professionals to enhance productivity and reduce attrition. This MBA specialization offers promising career prospects, with graduates securing roles such as HR Managers, Talent Acquisition Specialists, and Employee Relations Managers across industries like IT, FMCG, banking, and consulting.

The curriculum blends management, psychology, and legal aspects, covering topics like strategic HRM, diversity and inclusion, compensation structuring, and HR analytics. The two-year course is typically pursued after a bachelor's degree, requiring qualifying entrance exam scores (CAT, MAT, XAT, etc.). Institutions like Globsyn Business School stand out with their AICTE-approved programs and experiential learning approach.

Job opportunities are abundant, with top recruiters including KPMG, PwC, Deloitte, and Accenture. Salaries vary based on role, experience, and industry, with HR professionals earning competitive packages. Compared to other MBA specializations, HR focuses on workforce management, ensuring career stability and leadership potential. Ultimately, an MBA in HR is an ideal pathway for individuals passionate about shaping workplace culture and driving organizational success.

Learn more.

[mit-university-shillong]

[virtchandmoir]

Considered one of the greatest skating pairs of all time, Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir spent nearly a decade at the top of their sport to become the most decorated ice dancers in the world. Over more than two decades of extraordinary athletic partnership, Tessa and Scott became the first and only ice dance team to win every major international junior and senior skating competition. At the height of their success between 2008 and 2019 they took home a record-setting five Olympic medals, three World Championships, eight Canadian National Championships and won the Four Continents Championship three times. The pair first skated into the hearts of Canadians at the Olympic Winter Games in 2010, thrilling crowds in Vancouver as they became the youngest athletes and first North Americans to win Olympic Gold in ice dancing. Nearly a decade later Tessa and Scott secured their iconic status with a beguiling Gold medal performance that smashed the world record for overall score in free dance at the 2018 Olympic Winter Games in Pyeongchang.

Growing up in London, Ontario, Tessa took to the ice at the age of six after deciding she didn’t want to be the only student in her class who couldn’t skate during a school field trip. Raised in a figure skating family in nearby Ilderton, Ontario, Scott had been skating since he was three years old, coached by his mother Alma and his aunt Carol. First collaborating in 1997 when Tessa was seven years old and Scott was nine, the pair were initially so shy they could barely talk to each other. Building confidence while developing undeniable on-ice chemistry, Tessa and Scott shared a commitment to excellence that continually helped them overcome adversity. The two made enormous sacrifices to hone their craft, embracing success and failure as equal opportunities for growth and turning vulnerability into compelling artistry. Training rigorously to perfect innovative choreography, they pushed boundaries by approaching ice dancing as both creative expression and high performance sport, skating with an emotional sincerity that captivated audiences around the world.

After raising the profile of ice dancing to breathtaking new heights, Tessa and Scott retired from competitive skating in 2019. Since then, Scott has served as head coach and managing director of the Ice Academy of Montreal’s satellite program in London, Ontario. He has also been a vocal advocate for diversity and inclusivity in skating. Tessa completed both an MBA from the Smith School of Business, and a Master of Applied Positive Psychology from the University of Pennsylvania. Tessa is an executive advisor at Deloitte, where she helps to unlock the potential of the Canadian workforce in the realm of high performance and wellbeing. She also serves on the board for Her Mark, a charity that empowers young girls through the power of sport, and Motionball, an organization that fundraises for Special Olympics athletes.  

Considérés comme l’un des plus grands couples de patinage artistique de tous les temps, Tessa Virtue et Scott Moir ont passé près d’une décennie au sommet de leur sport pour devenir les danseurs sur glace les plus primés du monde. Au cours de leur partenariat sportif extraordinaire qui a duré plus de deux décennies, Tessa et Scott sont devenus la première et la seule équipe de danse sur glace à remporter toutes les compétitions majeures internationales de patinage artistique junior et senior. À l’apogée de leur succès, soit entre 2008 et 2019, ils remportent un nombre record de cinq médailles olympiques, trois Championnats du monde, huit Championnats nationaux canadiens et ils remportent également le Four Continents Championship à trois reprises. Le couple a conquis les cœurs des Canadiens lors des Jeux olympiques d’hiver de 2010, enthousiasmant les foules à Vancouver en devenant les plus jeunes athlètes et les premiers Nord-Américains à remporter l’or olympique en danse sur glace. Près d’une décennie plus tard, aux Jeux olympiques de 2018 à Pyeongchang, Tessa et Scott consolident leur statut emblématique en donnant une performance enlevante qui leur vaudra la médaille d’or et qui pulvérise alors le record du monde pour la note globale obtenue en danse libre.

Tessa a grandi à London, en Ontario et a commencé à patiner à l’âge de six ans après avoir décidé lors d’une sortie scolaire qu’elle ne serait pas la seule élève de sa classe incapable de patiner. Élevé dans une famille de patineurs artistiques, non loin de là, à Ilderton, en Ontario, Scott a commencé à patiner dès l’âge de trois ans. Sa mère Alma et sa tante Carol ont été ses premières entraîneures. La première collaboration du couple survient en 1997 alors que Tessa a sept ans et Scott neuf ans. Ils sont alors si timides qu’ils arrivent à peine à se parler. Gagnant en confiance au fur et à mesure qu’ils développent leur complicité indéniable sur la glace, Tessa et Scott partagent un engagement envers l’excellence qui les a constamment aidés à surmonter l’adversité. Ils ont tous deux fait d’énormes sacrifices pour perfectionner leur art, en embrassant les succès et les échecs comme des opportunités égales de croissance et en transformant la vulnérabilité en un style artistique saisissant. S’entraînant rigoureusement pour perfectionner des chorégraphies innovantes, ils ont repoussé les limites en abordant la danse sur glace à la fois comme une expression créative et un sport de haute performance, patinant avec une sincérité émotionnelle qui a captivé les publics du monde entier.

Après avoir élevé le profil de la danse sur glace à de nouveaux sommets époustouflants, Tessa et Scott ont pris leur retraite de la compétition en 2019. Depuis lors, Scott occupe le poste d’entraîneur en chef et de directeur général du programme satellite de l’Académie de glace de Montréal à London, en Ontario. Il a également été un ardent défenseur de la diversité et de l’inclusivité dans le patinage. Tessa a obtenu un MBA de la Smith School of Business ainsi qu’une maîtrise en psychologie positive appliquée de l’Université de Pennsylvanie. Tessa est conseillère exécutive chez Deloitte, où elle contribue à libérer le potentiel de la main-d’œuvre canadienne dans le domaine de la haute performance et du bien-être. Elle siège également au conseil d’administration de Her Mark, une association caritative qui autonomise les jeunes filles par le biais du sport, et de Motionball, un organisme qui recueille des fonds pour les athlètes d’Olympiques spéciaux.

Canada’s Sports Hall of Fame is honoured to be presenting Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir with the prestigious Order of Sport award on Thursday, October 19, 2023 as a member of the incredible Class of 2023.

—Order of Sport