, a driveway that my children could skate on and ride bikes up and down, and I craved more than a mere four-inch wall between me and my screaming neighbors. Of course, the home wasn't perfect, but it was just right. And that's saying something.
The yard needed some tender, loving care and I was just the mom to give it. The side of the house boasted the ugliest overgrown ice plant (of some sort) I hade ever seen and it took up space that was the perfect spot for the yellow rose bushes I wanted to plant. So, I devised a plan. I would remove the unwanted shrub and plant roses in its stead. Easier said than done. The plant broke apart easily and I could tell it would be a nightware to dig up. After attacking it with a shovel, I decided it might be best to simply pull it out, but it was much too stubborn and heavy for me to accomplish alone.
So I evaluated the situation and found a rope. Tying it around the thickest part at the base, I then took the other end and tied it around the loop on the under side of my Sundance. Then I hoped in my car, rev'd the engine a bit and popped it slowly into gear and, like magic, the entire plant, roots and all, jumped right out of the planter and plopped into the middle of the driveway. My plan had worked; due, mostly in part, to a weak root ball and loose soil. It had nothing to do with my genius.
A thick foundation doesn't provide needed support unless it is rooted in cause or purpose. Skill must have roots in knowledge and experience in order for it to be strong and valuable. Together, knowledge and experience, bring real value to a skillset, creativity and tolerance bringing value to a mindset. Mindset sits side by side with skillset when it comes to "the root," the cause or purpose.
My new house, interestingly enough, has three major ice plant bushes - exactly like the one from twenty years ago - on a side of my driveway. My experience told me how to remove them but it didn't account for stronger roots and dry, compacted soil. The rope tied about the base merely sliced the plant off, decapitating it at its ten-inch diameter base. Roots provided unseen strength, hmmm, imagine that?
esponse because LI is not (by its nature) an email tool. When the Inmail is bogged into every other kind of LI message you can get, it doesn't surprise me why people probably don't even see the mail in the first place.
In fact, I'm not even a fan of the RBC email architecture either (maybe I'm different, but I don't like having to go to 5 different places to read my mail . . . ) Call me crazy but I only have one mailbox at the end of my driveway!
into his house, as you can imagine he followed orders. Apparently a house next door which is a rental owned by his good buddy is totally surrounded by the swat team. He said the renter is a female who has seperated from her ex and they think he may be in the house with the kids and possibly her. Not many details yet but he did say he talked to his buddy and he had to give the swat team a layout of the house and my brother is still not allowed out.…
d that I would be paid once the yard was completely mowed - or the driveway snow free. No one paid me to get started back then - only to finish. So it's how I've always expected my transactions to go.
Now - to Mitch's point. As a kid I didn't fear some other kid sneaking over and mowing the back yard while I was riding my bike to the gas station to get a tank full of gas to get started. So the idea of no competition is appealing......
But retained isn't for me. I like having the right to bail out if so desired. I exercise that right frequently enough to know it's a necessary option.…
day. As I backed out of my driveway, my head told me it was mistake to drive into work today. As I proceeded down the main road off the hillside where I live, the roadblock told me it was a mistake to go into work today. I turned around, pulled into my driveway, ran up the two flights of stairs to my daughter's room and told her to take the more obscure road off the moutain and then I got back in my car and took that obscure road, still not listening to my head. When I arrived on the main highway out of town, it was blocked off, mudslides and crashing waves across the road prevented safe passage. I turned around and started to take the other way out when a text from my neightbor popped up on my mobile stating that the toll road was closed. That shot my next plan. As I pulled into a gas station, my head once again, this time screaming at me, told me to stay off the roads and go home. This time, I listened. I turned around and went home.
Many times, in this life, we are confronted with opportunities to challenge ourselves, to take a risk, necessary or otherwise, that might either result in a great reward or question your metal or prove stubbornness or expose stupidity. I couldn't see a reward, my metal is already strong enough, and stubbornness or stupidity are not the best qualities to hone. So, after much cajoling, my head beat out my stubbornness and stupidity.
Maybe nothing would have happened, maybe my drive would have just been longer than usual. Maybe I would have arrived in one piece and maybe my day would have been completely fine. But I chose to be safe, rather than sorry. I chose to listen to something I have learned to trust over the years, my gut.
The risk that I might not make it home to my kids this evening hovered over me. The risk that I might get in an accident kept bugging me. Listening skills are important - and when I didn't listen to my head, I did finally listen to the roadblocks. As I flipped the French Toast in the pan and called my kids to the table, I looked at each and realized that the hardest decisions are usually the right ones.
elled to offer an important caveat...
Provided you do nothing to change your culture to one that really collaborates with all employees.
For many - of course not all - this recession will serve as a wake-up doink to the temple; far too many have toiled in high paying, all-encompassing jobs that have ruined relationships and health only to lose it all.
There will be a move towards fulfillment rather than being full of oneself; I can already see it in some of my ultra-high earning friends. There will always be people who measure success by the size of their investments, the McMansion they live in, or the number of BMWs sitting in their driveway (also the private schools where their kids go to school, the number of Botox injections their trophy wife gets each years) but for many this dream is less desirable now.
Good for them.
Last night I spoke at Columbia University's Student ACM Chapter; I'll write a post later today. All smart kids with a very interesting view on what they want to do.…
Added by Steve Levy at 7:04am on February 26, 2009
ittle red V.W. rolls by me filled with newspapers. Behind the wheel sits a woman dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and a baseball cap. Her eyes are on her work. As she drives down the road, she skillfully throws newspapers through the front-seat windows, both sides. To my amazement, every paper lands right smack in the middle of the recipient's driveway. The little V.W. zigzags from the right, to the left and the papers fly out. In all this activity, she still has time to wave to me. Even more incredible - on the weekend (as the papers are bigger) she drives a big black pick-up truck. Down the road she comes, the truck brimming with papers and her zigzag routine. It would be a delight for you to see. She is truly an example of how to do your job. She needs to conduct an in-service. I admire her work ethics."
When I first read this little story, I agreed with my mom. This woman truly shows good work ethic. But shouldn't this always be the case? Isn't she merely doing her job? She is fulfilling her job description. Her job is to deliver the paper, which she is doing. Shouldn't that be the case? Shouldn't we all be fulfilling our job description, completing our assigned duties? It isn't as if she is going the extra mile or doing something more than she is supposed to. She is doing her job.
I think it is a little sad that we admire someone or gain an inordinate amount of respect for someone because they merely do their job. What does that say about the average newspaper delivery person in my mom's neighborhood or yours? Should extra notice be given to someone that does their job? Granted the lady in the little red bug did her job well..., it is an interesting question.
Of course, everyone likes to get a pat on the back every once in a while and a thank you for a job well done. How well do you do your job? Are you happy to zigzag your way through your day, sometimes missing a driveway or do you hit it straight on, no matter the weight of your work or how far you have to go to get it there?
Perhaps you just show up. I wonder what they say about you.
it won't make up for morons - okay, perhaps a little but only so much. Technology will for many years to come be like everyone having Ferrari in their driveway: Sure it can go fast and sure lots of people have their drivers license but the individual interpretations of the driving experiences will widely vary.
Who knows if LinkedIn will even survive? Pressure to perform and a little bit of arrogance has ruined many companies. Looked what happened to MySpace? It's still great if you want to find pornstars and rockstars.
Who's to say that Twitter with its gazillion users won't be the one to survive?
And of course the type of recruiting you do is part of the equation. Contingency v Retained, entry-level v. c-level, industry specifics... there are so many variables; some of these variables will respond better to technology, other to humans.
John, sorry but we haven't seen the paradigm shift yet. Perhaps this Stimulus Plan will be part of the movement - not that movement but come to think of it...
Wednesday evening I spoke to Columbia University's Student ACM Chapter; as smart as these people are, only one of them had what I would call a reasonable web presence. Even those with the most basic of web experience - a Facebook page - aren't terribly sophisticated, certainly not to the level of the average RBC recruiter.
Technology won't tell much about these folks but I can... because I spoke with them.…
Added by Steve Levy at 1:10pm on February 27, 2009