When I graduated from college, I took a job as an entry-level employee at a printing production facility. I worked hard, climbed the shop floor ladder, and a series of promotions later, I became a manufacturing supervisor. I loved the job, the benefits, the salary.
Until one day, I found out a much older, much less productive supervisor earned a lot more than me. Suddenly, I loved my job a little less. And I loved my salary a lot less. My boss noticed the dip in attitude.
“I know it’s wrong,” I told him. “But I can’t get over the fact Bob makes that
