Thursday, January 29, 2015
They always say you learn some of the best lessons from those horrible part-time jobs so many of us once had.
To this I say, really? Cause I don’t think I learned much from spending my days in the stockroom at Kohl’s, scanning barcodes while chatting with an elderly employee named Rusty. Except that Kohl’s will accept any and all returns—worn tennis shoes caked in dog feces included.
That was a...
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Not too many moons ago, I was the “young one” at work. And then five years and three returning grey hairs passed by.
Still, 28 ain’t so bad. In the professional world, I’m considered “next gen”—marching along with the rest of my relatively young colleagues toward the brass ring of future leadership. This is a somewhat frightening thought, as I only discovered Monday that I have, in fact, had a...
Thursday, January 8, 2015
When my brother and I were in elementary school, there were several instances of men in white vans kidnapping children. Always a white van!
Naturally, for the next decade, anytime we saw a white van driving up our street, we would sprint and hide behind a large bush in our front yard until the coast was clear. Understandable at the age of 8; a little weird at 18.
Hey—bad reputations die hard,...
Thursday, December 11, 2014
A friend who shall remain nameless was once broken up with via Facebook message. Self-aware enough to realize she was about to lose her you-know-what, she marched into her supervisor’s office and said, “Someone just broke up with me on Facebook and I need to leave immediately.”
Her boss said just one word: “Go!”
Now, she and I know this was both out of the kindness of her supervisor’s heart AND...