their mentor wisely, because they will become a "mini me". They should ask credible, top-producing, ethical, respected recruiters who they think is tops in the biz, then find a way to be mentored by them? How? Welp - their ability to creatively think of their own way to gain that mentor will be an indication of how good they'll be in recruiting!…
We have been discussing for years about the public support to science and innovation. A couple of years ago, the elected Government promised formally to increase its budget very substantially and that should affect the qualified employement: top-notch scientists staying in Spain, rather than emigrating abroad. It seemed to work.
But then we got the financial crisis, uncertainty and budget cuts. And the R&D budget for next year has finally suffered cuts. What has happened is a spontaneous reaction from the blogosphere in favour of maintaining the original budget and cutting elsewhere. Do not miss the humour in some posts! :)
I have joined the initiative, because R&D employment and recruitment is a part of my work.
Apart from the added value to my country I have a clear interest for my business.
So in my future in recruiting I foresee a deeper implication in 2.0 initiatives.
ment for cold calling.
A few of us who have tried (and most likely continue to investigate) various forms of social media disagreed.
It then went somewhat south. Professionally south. But still.
Can you dig a placement out of social media somehow? Sure. Knock yourself out.
Can you cut your lawn with a pair of scissors? Sure. Knock yourself out.…
be doing all these fantastically "womanly" things (blechhh!). I decided for Christmas that year I would make everyone's presents. I was a proficient seamstress and I loved the whole creative process, picking out fabric, designing, and producing what I considered a piece of usable or wearable art.
I had a little sister that was four years old at the time and I decided to make her some homemade stuffed animals. Actually, they were to be The Three Bears: Pappa, Momma, and Baby Bear that nestled together in their own little bed, which I also made. I just knew she would love it. I specifically selected the fabrics for her and had everything I needed in order to complete the job. One night, the family was gathered together and I was sewing two button eyes and a button nose on one of the bears before I stuffed it. My little sister sat next to me trying to see what I was doing, but I very carefully kept it hidden from her view.
At some point and for some reason, she grabbed a very expensive and precise pair of fabric Fiskar scissors, we always called them the "orange-handled scissors," perhaps you have seen a pair. She proceeded to open and close them very quickly and I immediately recognized how dangerous it was for her to have them. I told her "No, give them to me..." but she continued to play with them. She stopped with them open and I reached to grab them but as my fingers closed around one of the blades, she closed the scissors - tightly. At first, I think the air was sucked clean out of me. I looked down and saw the end of my right middle finger dangling off just below my fingernail, right at the knuckle. These scissors were so sharp that a four-year old girl was able to practically cut my finger off. Interestingly enough, my first thought was, "I guess I won't be playing water polo this week."
And then the shock set in, and subsequently, I started screaming as my father held it under the water, what was he thinking? He had to slap me to get me to quit screaming... The emergency doctor was able to sew it back on but complications and a surgery ensued a month or so later; the main point is that my finger was saved and it works. It's not at all nice to look at but it is there. I had not shown the best judgment by leaving something so dangerous lying around that a small child could get a hold of it and cause injury or damage; possibly even to her own self.
We are given moments of clarity in our lives. This was one for me, though I could have turned it around and blamed my sister, I never did. Oh, I have lovingly teased her over the years, but I knew right away who was the responsible party, who held the blame if any were to be placed. I also recognized the second chance I had been given and that I needed to be more cautious and accountable. Opportunities to grow, to accept liability, and then make changes abound. It just takes recognizing them and, then, doing that oh so difficult part: implementing change.
e back again soon). I had a nice young man who answered and ad I had placed in the newspaper for a finance trainee position. His background was two years out of high school and then had been a solid worker managing an adult book store. Thru good old cold calling I got him into a "normal bookstore" and after letting him use my sport coat and tie, then the company scissors to cut his nails, prepped him and explained "bookstore experience" was enough and no need to delve into the content of his previous role during the interview. Well lo and behold he got the job on the first interview and my first placement of about $1,000 dollars. You have to start somewhere. Cheers, Tom…
h a miscarriage. I got really depressed, so I decided to stop everything and go to Africa to try to see if I could help other people. I ended up volunteering with this organization that did malaria prevention in Uganda.
One of the women I met with was Jamira, who’s a midwife. Something happened when I met her. I was staring at the bed where thousands of women have had their babies with the same black, blood-soaked pad. They were just deplorable conditions. I said, ‘I can help change this.’
What I realized was if Jamira just had gloves, scissors, and pain medication instead of just the traditional herbs, she could help prevent all kinds of medical problems.
When I met Jamira, I saw that I can make a difference in the world. I can make an enormous difference. If I put a little bit of elbow grease into this, I can change the world significantly.
My goal is to have 250 of these clinics around the world, wherever women have their babies in impoverished communities. My organization, OneMama, is this bigger model.
I want to make this a revolutionary social change. We can all find that little inscription in our heart to show that we can make a difference in the world.
Aha moments, I believe, are components of all the pieces of us that have been seeding in the soil getting ready to grow the flower that is supposed to help us bloom.
Her vision: One Mama…