Regrets

Sometimes it's hard not to have one of those days where you are a little down in the dumps about your current situation. I'm having one now. I am finding it very difficult not to think about what got me here, and pile on the regrets. It's so easy to do. I know I need... Continue Reading →

Work Life Balance

I read this article in AdWeek about how the CEO of TBWA\Chiat\Day (an Ad Agency) doesn't personally buy in to the "whole 'work-life-balance' thing" and he sent an internal memo lauding a creative team for working the weekend and skipping a bachelor party. Here's my problem with this.  It's one thing to tell your co-workers or... Continue Reading →

Dear Ivanka

Dear Ivanka Trump, I hear you've written a book about working women.  I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you work hard.  That may very well be true.  Before I read this work meant to inspire me as a working woman and mother, please let me know if you have any other... Continue Reading →

It Would Be Nice

I would love to know how a job interview went immediately afterward.  Sometimes you know in your gut, particularly if it wasn't a match.  Most time though, the person and conversation was pleasant.  It was engaging and insightful, and you left feeling positive.  Wouldn't it be great if you went in, and as you left... Continue Reading →

I get it…

The lure of retirement. Its unreachable siren song is beautiful.  The thought of 26 more years just smacked me out of that trance.  How big is that next Powerball? I think I have spring fever. 

The Slog 

I don't enjoy my present situation at work.  So, I feel like it makes time move slower every moment I'm there.  Of course, there are a few bright exceptions when I have a laugh with people I do enjoy. Mostly, work is a slog. Taking an hour to get there every morning gives me time... Continue Reading →

I think taller women are generally more successful than those of us that are average height or short. Maybe it's because clothes look better on them, more proportional. Maybe they're more confident (on average). Maybe I'm being height-ist.

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