Category Archives: Business

Feeling bookish

I haven’t been posting to the Egg as frequently as I did in the past. For those of you who may have wondered why…

I wrote a book!

This book, to be precise. It was released today, on National Authors Day. You can find it online everywhere. 

(Hint: Search by title. The publishers were smart and listed it under the creator Charles Schulz instead of an unknown first-time hack.)

I am egg-cited!

Because, hair

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I have been working in Carefree, Arizona  (just outside of Scottsdale) for the past three days.

I knew Arizona would be hot in June, but we have been experiencing record-breaking temps — 115 degree days and ‘cooler’ evenings that barely reach 90.

But that old adage about it being a ‘dry heat’ is true…

My hair has looked fabulous.

#nohumidity #nofrizz

He’s back

We are living in the age of the TV spokesperson.

Flo for Progressive. That perky AT&T gal at the mall.  The mayhem guy for Allstate. And they all owe their careers and pricey exclusive contracts to this guy:

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He made Verizon’s slogan ‘Can you hear me now?’ ubiquitous and annoying.

Then he disappeared.

Well…

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He’s back.

I guess his no-compete clause finally expired.

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Wouldn’t it be nice

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New year, redo

Our office did a bit of rearranging this afternoon.

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Thanks to technology, all I had to move was some files, my purse and my laptop computer. Everything else could be networked to my new desk.

I couldn’t help but compare it to reorganizations I have lived through in the past. They took much more manpower and many more hours to complete. Also, they were more mentally stressful; in today’s move, I changed locations by a factor five feet or so.

I think I can deal.

Spooky sweet

For the past three days, the kitchen at my office has been overwhelmed by a strong aroma of molasses.
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No one has ‘fessed up to eating waffles or pancakes, or syrup in any of its forms, but the molasses smell remains.

Then I read that today is the anniversary of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919!

Now granted, it took place in Boston’s North End. And I’ve never thought of food as having a spirit life. But…

I’m pretty sure the molasses ghosts are in our kitchen.

Meet and greet

After I have been working at a summit for three days in my role as master of  ceremonies,  it takes a while for me to turn off that host instinct.

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When I was walking down the concourse at the airport last night,  I found myself smiling widely at people I didn’t  know and saying hi.  It took a few minutes to stop.

Funny thing  – –  one of the gentlemen that I smiled at was one of our clients.

So that worked out.