Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Don't Take No Wooden Nickels...
... cause they won't spend.
The words of a friend's father, and -- in all seriousness -- just maybe some advice we all need.
Don't take too much bull from your partners, friends, or just about anyone. You won't get anything in return but a headache and maybe the warm, fleeting glow of a burning bridge. Can't buy any metaphorical thing with a bunch of guff.
Don't take a job that looks good on paper but doesn't really offer you space to be creative, advance your career, or allow you to achieve your end game. It won't fulfill you; ultimately, that nickel won't spend.
Don't let someone else, anyone else, decide what your value is. Accept what someone else has decided you're worth and there is a very, very small (read: minute) chance that you will ever get what you actually deserve.
You have to tell them what you're worth. And if they don't get it, someone else will.
Examine your nickels, turn them over in your hands, appraise them really close. The wooden ones won't spend, but they don't feel the same anyway, something's off, so you always knew you couldn't really cash them in.
The words of a friend's father, and -- in all seriousness -- just maybe some advice we all need.
Don't take too much bull from your partners, friends, or just about anyone. You won't get anything in return but a headache and maybe the warm, fleeting glow of a burning bridge. Can't buy any metaphorical thing with a bunch of guff.
Don't take a job that looks good on paper but doesn't really offer you space to be creative, advance your career, or allow you to achieve your end game. It won't fulfill you; ultimately, that nickel won't spend.
Don't let someone else, anyone else, decide what your value is. Accept what someone else has decided you're worth and there is a very, very small (read: minute) chance that you will ever get what you actually deserve.
You have to tell them what you're worth. And if they don't get it, someone else will.
Examine your nickels, turn them over in your hands, appraise them really close. The wooden ones won't spend, but they don't feel the same anyway, something's off, so you always knew you couldn't really cash them in.
Friday, May 2, 2014
Simmer Down
It's hot in San Diego. We are spoiled by the temperate climate and the rare precipitation or any Mother Nature to speak of, and now it's over 90 degrees. And I have no air conditioning. So.
I am sucking down strawberry cream soda because that sounded good and it was ice cold. Still, I think the heat is getting to me. I miiiight have called someone a stupid broad in traffic. Yes, that definitely happened. Worse, she was carefully negotiating a right on red turn so she was "technically" doing "nothing wrong" and I'm just a heat stroking maniac.
Stay cool, San Diego. Can you do a gofundme.com campaign for air conditioning?
I am sucking down strawberry cream soda because that sounded good and it was ice cold. Still, I think the heat is getting to me. I miiiight have called someone a stupid broad in traffic. Yes, that definitely happened. Worse, she was carefully negotiating a right on red turn so she was "technically" doing "nothing wrong" and I'm just a heat stroking maniac.
Stay cool, San Diego. Can you do a gofundme.com campaign for air conditioning?
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