For all of the opinions I’ve had in business, and there have been many many many across industries, I’ve been taught to be quiet and, statistically, by male leaders. Especially if I had a different opinion than the CEO.
After this happens a few times, I stop saying anything. I watch destruction. I don’t care.
It’s not that I’m always right, but I know certain things very well. Things that I don’t know, I research extensively. When sharing my thoughts, if someone isn’t receptive, I refrain. I retain my knowledge and save it for another company, another cause.
I have a file of every business decision I’ve made as a superior and every that I’ve offered as a subordinate. In retrospect, there is a lot of #winning material and some that is just crap. But the difference is, as a superior, I was trusted and given free reign to execute; as a subordinate, I had many ideas dismissed but later implemented by others without credit or acknowledgement. That is the stopping point.
You can have my silence. You can sit and wonder in the presence of my silence. Forever.
I will keep my ideas.
Always Thinking. Not for you.
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There will always be the bigger new best better thing, and humans have to be prepared for that. You are so replaceable!
This means not resting on your fifteen minutes and working harder more each day rather than slacking off and resting on your laurals.
You must constantly adapt to change and the market around you. Review, reassess, revalue, reemphasize, rework, revamp.
Good luck this year!
It’s the validity. I miss the daily power, recognition. Nothing else. Well, save comraderie amongst fellows I liked.
I don’t miss the commute. I don’t miss the grueling schedules. I don’t even miss all of the amazing perks. I simply miss feeling like I was norm and a part of society. How horrific to be unemployed after always being ambitious, successful at a young age and now not knowing what lies ahead while chasing every avenue?
I am exhausted; I am disheartened. We are, and will forever be known, as the lost generation. We have so much to offer, so much potential
Are we the losers, or does the world lose us? Hands down, it’s the latter.
When organizing my day, I think back to this brilliant monologue from the movie About a Boy:
“I find the key is to think of a day as units of time, each unit consisting of no more than 30 minutes. Full hours can be a little bit intimidating, and most activities take about half an hour. Taking a bath: One unit. Watching Countdown: One unit. Web-based research: Two units. Exercising: Three units. Having my hair carefully disheveled: Four units. It’s amazing how the day fills up.”
Humor aside, I love, love, love this! Whatever type of life you lead, I believe dividing your day into segments of 30-minute units helps you keep track of what you want to accomplish in your day and where you’re draining your time. This system keeps you focused. While you may not finish one project, you will make progress in many aspects of your life for that day. Switching it up keeps it interesting. It keeps your mind sharp and you on top of your A-game.
The last line of this is, “I often wonder, to be absolutely honest, if I’d ever have time for a job. How do people cram them in?”
It’s so true! I am super-productive; even though I haven’t had a 9-5 in a while, I still find that the days fly by with my schedule. Daily manicure: One unit. Internet Research: Three units. Errands: Two units. Run: Two units. Shower: One unit. Freelance work: Four units. Work on novella or blog: One unit. Phone chat with family and friends: Two units. Clean apt. (I make my bed as soon as I wake up. I have no clothes on my floor EVER. And something always needs to be done whether dusting, dishes, sweeping, bathroom scrubbing, or trash. Always cleaning, every day, because I can’t concentrate with a mess): One or two units. Reading: One unit. Then factor in friend time, boyfriend time, puppysitting, doing laundry, long phonecalls to the cable or electric company or bank or post office or every other xyz “service provider” that you need to resolve an issue with and all of the other things that have to be fit into a week. There is a lot to do!
Paul, a man of few words, scared the hell out of me. He paid no attention during TIME company meetings, did not want to be directly involved with the client unless it was necessary, and if something went wrong, he screamed. He had a temper, a particular way of doing things that was correct and honorable, but with no guidance, hard for a newbie to grasp.
But, looking back, I think he saw something in me that the others didn’t have. Perhaps it was spunk. While he RARELY spoke to me, I do believe it was him who suggested that I take on a new position. It could just be that his guy was leaving and there was no one else internally who didn’t already have way too many projects. Or he thought I was capable of more than the office jargon. Or he just didn’t care—he was let go soon after and part of the gossip was that he had checked out long ago to focus on his book business.
You have your mentors and work enemies and people who really changed your career life. But what about those people that you never really spoke to or knew directly, but were still, in some weird way, influenced by?
I think we can all take something away from John Updike’s rules, whether we are critiquing someone’s writing, art, or any form of creative expression—even a fashion choice. Not all apply to things other than literature, but the “added sixth” is a nice lesson. Here they are:
1. Try to understand what the author wished to do, and do not blame him for not achieving what he did not attempt.
2. Give enough direct quotation—at least one extended passage—of the book’s prose so the review’s reader can form his own impression, can get his own taste.
3. Confirm your description of the book with a quotation from the book, if only phrase-long, rather than proceeding by fuzzy précis.
4. Go easy on plot summary, and do not give away the ending.
5. If the book is judged deficient, cite a successful example along the same lines, from the author’s œuvre or elsewhere. Try to understand the failure. Sure it’s his and not yours?
To these concrete five might be added a vaguer sixth, having to do with maintaining a chemical purity in the reaction between product and appraiser. Do not accept for review a book you are predisposed to dislike, or committed by friendship to like. Do not imagine yourself a caretaker of any tradition, an enforcer of any party standards, a warrior in any ideological battle, a corrections officer of any kind. Never, never try to put the author “in his place,” making of him a pawn in a contest with other reviewers. Review the book, not the reputation. Submit to whatever spell, weak or strong, is being cast. Better to praise and share than blame and ban. The communion between reviewer and his public is based upon the presumption of certain possible joys of reading, and all our discriminations should curve toward that end.