Overcoming bullying in the workplace
She’s amazingly insightful for her years. I’m talking about my niece Paige. Her experience with a grade-school bully and how well she handled it came back to me when I was browbeaten recently at work — yup, at work. More on Paige later.
The value of managing your emotions: Do you control your feelings or do they control you?
We carry them with us every day. Whether sweet or sour, everyone we encounter has them, and no, it’s not their favorite drink or snack. It’s our emotions, and although we may not think about it, they’re with us wherever we go, including at work.
Those fateful first three seconds: How to enhance the impression you leave on others
His text message was brief. Would I be able to meet for coffee in an hour to give him input for his upcoming job interview? Perfect planning — my last call of the day was finished, and I was available.
Great communicators don’t just talk: Some tips for turning your remarks into more than conversation
Blah, blah, blah — yada, yada — yak, yak. Whether to inform, transact or socialize, people are constantly chatting.
Procrastination masks other problems: don’t put off finding and dealing with them
What started as a gorgeous, sunny day had evolved into gloomy, stormy mayhem — lightning and hail included. Equally distressing was that activity at work had taken a similar, unsettled direction; there was a disturbance in the force.
Are you working for a lousy boss? Here are five warning signs
Wake up, sleepyhead. Part of my wake-up ritual includes listening to the radio, sometimes singing along and always brushing my teeth to the rhythm of whatever.
The trick of doing deals over drinks: Use your head when bending an elbow
If there’s a long line anywhere, most of us avoid it. Yes, I am readily raising my hand as an accomplished long-line avoider, but there are a few places where long lines are the norm and everyone seems fine with it.
Passion, energy and the other traits needed for entrepreneurial success
There’s a great little breakfast joint near downtown where I meet a friend every few months to catch up. At our last breakfast he was fuming. No, they didn’t burn his bacon (he orders it nearly burnt, anyway). He was burning about something else — his job.