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One of many reasons I love my new job

This was a news bit regarding my employer from last September:

For the eighth consecutive year, Pearson, the world’s leading educational publisher (NYSE: PSO), was named today to Working Mother magazine’s prestigious list of "100 Best Companies for Working Mothers." This annual list cites corporations that recognize the value of meeting the needs of working families.


I'm guessing we'll be getting a similar release in the next few weeks noting year number nine on the list. Comprehensive Work/Life programs, flexibility, and great benefits are among the notables that make it a supportive work environment for women...and everyone, really.

I know. I promised no more work talk. But I read this in my new employee orientation materials and had to brag a bit.

Comments

Great news! I applaud companies who acknowledge and embrace the need for specific actions toward work-life balance. These days, in particular, it seems that companies demand a lot more of their employees, while at the same time employee's lives are busier and more complex.

It's a win-win for both the company and the employee.

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