I have come to recognize the most important question that any business leader — of any sized business — must answer. That is, How much do I whine in front of my staff?

I am a whiner. I admit it. I am sure it is what makes me so sexy to women (wouldn’t you think?)

I complain and whine in front of my staff. But it’s almost always in the context of driving toward success. There are times though, when the physical exhaustion translates into mental exhaustion and I fantasize about doing what Don Draper did in Mad Men — disappearing (though he did it for weeks; I fantasize about doing it for a day). That sort of mental exhaustion, whining that could sound like depression, I don’t think staff should see. Fortunately for them, I am so much fun to be around every moment that I’m sure they never pick up on it.

Or if they do, they are probably just impressed with how powerful my whining has become.

This week’s recommended reading from your friends at Blogenberg…

• After winning the White House, will President-elect Obama have to shift his social media strategy?
• CNET lists the Top Ten election tweets.
• Seth Godin discusses the importance of the tribe.
• Sort of stating the obvious, but this study provides interesting insights into how men and women use and view the web differently.
• The evolution of the front page from 1881 to 2006.
• Guy Kawasaki posted this really interesting article on how to change people’s attitudes.
• If a PR firm ever tells you to just send a press release to a list of bloggers show them this.

Blogenberg had nothing to say yesterday and last night, the regular Blogenberg posting time. Blogenberg voted (no lines at 7 pm), sat in the front of the TV to watch the results, and could think of nothing to say. What happened — a landslide for a black man — is so distant from the country I grew up in, that I didn’t know what to say.

I grew up when the “n” word was common lingo. Race fights were the norm in my schools. One student was arrested with a gun in his locker. Getting older, dating my now wife, a West Indian woman, we would get stared at on occasion. Just 15 years ago, the KKK had a car in the city fair just 20 minutes up the road.

All I can say is that I was speechless at the revolution.