I wish I could’ve taken her to coffee. I wish I could’ve sat across from her and built a relationship with her. But Southwest Airlines waits for no woman, so all I had was that moment. And I wish I could remember exactly what I did say to her verbatim, but I have been unable to recall it clearly. I long for the retroactive chance to say so much more in that moment. The 45 seconds I had was not enough time to tell her what I really wanted to say.
Instead, I write this openly to her, hoping that somehow it will find her, or another out there with the same rare spark who is in need of some encouragement.
For a lot of residents, notices are often better received if they're sent to them via email, or in the case of something short, even a text message. When communicating with residents through a written format of any kind, I frequently encourage people to follow a few rules
So, I ask you the same question - Can you handle it?
I've recently discovered that I have been giving some bad advice to people. Maybe it's not bad advice, but perhaps a better way to phrase it is "Incomplete Advice." I'd like to take this opportunity to remedy that oversight.
March Madness is quickly rolling up on the basketball loving populous, who are fervently watching the early games and still filling out their brackets with pencils.
We've all had that day - You know the one I'm talking about. Hopefully we wait until we're home before we kick off our shoes, sit down with a glass of wine and let the tears start to fall. Bad days, in any job, are inevitable. But if this is your evening more than 4 times a month, it's time to have a really serious conversation with yourself.
Coming from a girl who would wear flip-flops and yoga pants every single day of her life, regardless of where she was, fashion advice is pretty funny. I’m not someone you’d find on the People Of Walmart – I at least put on jeans and a bra before I leave the house – but I’m not a Madison Avenue fashion plate either. But since what I’m here to offer you is practicality in shoes that still maintain your visual credibility, I guess we’re good.
While I hate to admit it, my mother was right: Shoes can make or break you professionally.
"So out of all the jobs you have open, what's the one I could get the most hurt at?"