I remember being single for a hot minute in my 20s. Everyone at work assumed that I had time (and emotional bandwidth) to stay at work, listen to their problems, and step in on projects when their lives were overwhelming. I didn’t have a husband or kids. Who needed me more than my co-workers? Plus there…
People suck. I hate people. People ruin everything. My job would be great if it weren’t for the people. This place would be awesome if it weren’t for all the people. I have said all of those things in my life. Sometimes I mean it. Sometimes I don’t. But the outpouring of love and support after…
There is no easy way to write this. We euthanized Scrubby on Monday evening. There is no good time to intervene and say goodbye, but the actual euthanasia was peaceful. I held him in my arms. My husband rubbed his ears. Once he was gone, we cried and spent some time with his body. It…
Nobody has better work-life balance than a pilates-loving cat mom who travels the world and sees cool places. I’m talking about myself. Even when I’m burned out, I’m not burned out. So here are some of my tips and techniques to achieve real and lasting work-life balance. Say yes when someone else is burned out.…
Years ago, I just put my head down and wrote like a motherfucker. Then I blogged. Then I started cross-posting my blogging content on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn. Then I used a WordPress plug-in to automate that laborious task. Then I used Twitterfeed to cross-promote other people’s work. I now use ManageFlitter to organize my…
I was born in 1975. My brother was born in 1978. Our parents were youngish baby boomers, and my dad was very nostalgic and sentimental. He loved to take pictures of everything. Unfortunately, there was no good way to preserve photos from that period. My father doubled-down on 35mm slides. He “scanned” our childhood images to…
Roxy turns six months old, this weekend. She just survived her first experience with our awesome babysitter. (She’s growing up so fast!) I prefer to celebrate “gotcha days” more than birthdays, but six months is a big deal. First up, she is still alive. That’s a milestone for a kitty who comes from the city streets…
I’ve been telling HR professionals to be brave, bold and curious since 2007. I learned that from Oprah, and by now, those words have no meaning. “Be brave? In human resources? That’s dumb. And bold? Okay, let me be bold about stuff I don’t control. But I am curious about a new job. You got…
My cats don’t know that they’re not the center of the universe. I like their sense of entitlement. It suits them. I don’t like losers with low self-esteem, either. My cats know that I have one big philosophy in this house: go big or go live in a trailer park with other cats. So they…
Everybody jokes about the HR lady cat stereotype because, if I’m being honest, I made it okay to joke about that stereotype when I first started blogging about HR. It’s like Coach purses. I have a bunch — including an awesome, vintage Stewardess bag — but I saw myself mixed in with a group of frumpy…
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