You likely are receiving this issue just before Labor Day 2015. To be timely, let’s look at the purpose of the holiday.
Attending a business conference can be a lot like watching planned pandemonium. Hordes of humanity with their heads down, checking cellphones and exploring lists of breakout sessions — or heads up, happily greeting colleagues.
The week of Independence Day is a time for parades and celebrations and picnics and it’s a time to remember the past and how much we owe those who have gone before us.
Every week certain sounds, such as the trash truck rumbling down the street, signal that it’s finally Friday again. Anticipation echoes across office break-room banter, rowdy radio DJs and cheerfully chatty shoppers at the grocery store.
We all stay abreast of the news, and many of us also read such business publications as the Wall Street Journal, Business Week and Fortune and marine industry publications.
What does a terrific day at work look like for you? Not sure? OK, I’ll start. Let’s say everyone arrives on time, work is delivered on schedule and new problems and projects are easily handled. I’ll throw in a box of amazing doughnuts mysteriously appearing in the break room — big, gooey cinnamon roll included.
One month of 2015 is behind us. And what of the New Year’s resolutions you made? You’ve probably forgotten most of them by now, but maybe you’re still working on one or two.
It was cloudy and rainy — perfect. The sky and my attitude were completely in sync. I was in a funk, a slump, a pile of gloomy gunk. You know — that place where too many things didn’t go the way you planned, producing a moody mindset you’d love to escape. I wanted to scream…more
‘Tis the season — yep, Halloween (giving to everyone who asks) and Thanksgiving (giving thanks with family) are behind us, and looming ahead is the joyous season that has Santa everywhere stealing the show.
I looked down at my seriously seasoned sneakers and knew it was time. Entering the footwear department at a nearby store I felt as if I were scuba diving for sunken treasure — the boxes of athletic shoes were stacked that deep. Mired in an unending sea of right color, wrong size, my patience was…more