A few years back, when I was a Paralegal Administrator for a major law Firm, the Director of Administration took me to lunch at the Yorkshire Grill. He plied me full of a pastrami sandwich and insisted that I order the potato salad full of creamy, yummy mayonnaise, a big kosher pickle and lots of salty potato chips. A diet Coke went along with it. God forbid I should get too many calories. As we were walking back to the office, he said to me that if I wanted to succeed in the firm, I was going to have to...