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Posted: 2025 Mar 28
Poetry of the Week
Category Archives: Management and Work
Wired. Tired.
Just off 16 days straight on a deadline-driven project, my adrenal gland is still in Go, GO, GO!!! mode. If I can’t soon find another thing to sort, file, move, or throw out, I may be reduced to cleaning. Must. Have. Activity. Continue reading
Working Without A Net
As my rage subsides, I recover something: not my perspective, MIA for at least two weeks; and not my sense of humour, markedly absent for maybe the last day or two, but at least my sense of self-preservation. Continue reading
Wooda, Cooda, Shooda
Making learning possible: pricey. Making just-in-time learning possible: priceless. Continue reading
Lead Dog
A series of desert walks leads to an insight about leadership at work. At the trailing end of a peripatetic foursome, I look down the trail. The men have gone on ahead a little way; my sister and I … Continue reading
Worth A Thousand Words
Where’s your picture? I stood there, stumped. I had taken my impenetrable calculus problem to my then-resident engineer, asking for help, begging for relief, and this was the best he could do? I didn’t want more questions, I wanted answers. … Continue reading
It Just Ain’t Sexy
Considering the value we place – in work in particular and in society in general – on starting things as opposed to maintaining them. It is the early 1980s and our entire five-person Operations Research department is on our … Continue reading
Zen & The Art of Proposal Management
In the moment, nothing matters more than the task at hand. But at the end of the day or the week or all the months and years spent charging hard, nothing matters more than the human connections. Continue reading
A Joyful Firing
As an executive, even as a supervisor, it’s easy to come in at the last minute and see only what still needs to be done, not what has already been accomplished. Continue reading
1-800-Big-Boo-Boo
Flipping through my mail on an otherwise unexceptionable Saturday evening, I casually open a letter from my bank, unaware of the storm that is about to hit. I glance at the statement and my heart stops. No, it’s my breathing … Continue reading