Who’s got it made?

Notable inbetweeners are successful due to the boundless energy and commitment to doing what they love.  You can find all the secrets in the world by just following the advice of so many who say:

  • Love what you do, be passionate about it

  • Expect failure, it is a great motivator to want to leave it behind except the knowledge earned

  • They care less about what others think than what they are thinking about

  • They are not always the biggest house hold names

  • They are committed to seeing it through

  • They are tenacious, work hard, take criticism less because they know what they want to do

The ones I want to highlight were born between 1960 and 1065.  They fell into being an Inbetweener by birth, by accident, my karma, by fate … whatever you want to call it.  Here are some of them that you may already know:

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JoanneJoRowling, OBE FRSL[2] (/ˈrlɪŋ/; born 31 July 1965),[1] pen names J. K. Rowling and Robert Galbraith, is a British novelist best known as the author of the Harry Potter fantasy series. The books have gained worldwide attention, won multiple awards, and sold more than 400 million copies.[3] They have become the best-selling book series in history[4]and been the basis for a series of films which is the second highest-grossing film series in history.[5] Rowling had overall approval on the scripts[6] and maintained creative control by serving as a producer on the final instalment.[7]

Born in Yate, Gloucestershire, Rowling was working as a researcher and bilingual secretary for Amnesty Internationalwhen she conceived the idea for the Harry Potter series while on a delayed train from Manchester to London in 1990.[8]The seven-year period that followed saw the death of her mother, birth of her first child, divorce from her first husband and relative poverty until Rowling finished the first novel in the series, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, in 1997. There were six sequels, the last, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, in 2007. Since then, Rowling has written four books for adult readers, The Casual Vacancy (2012) and—under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith—the crime fiction novels The Cuckoo’s Calling (2013), The Silkworm (2014) and Career of Evil (2015).[9]

Rowling has lived a “rags to riches” life story, in which she progressed from living on state benefits to multi-millionaire status within five years. She is the United Kingdom’s best-selling living author, with sales in excess of £238m.[10] The 2008Sunday Times Rich List estimated Rowling‘s fortune at £560 million, ranking her as the twelfth richest woman in the United Kingdom.[11] Forbes ranked Rowling as the 48th most powerful celebrity of 2007,[12] and Time magazine named her as a runner-up for its 2007 Person of the Year, noting the social, moral, and political inspiration she has given her fans.[13] In October 2010, Rowling was named the “Most Influential Woman in Britain” by leading magazine editors.[14] She has supported charities including Comic Relief, One Parent Families, Multiple Sclerosis Society of Great Britain and Lumos(formerly the Children’s High Level Group), and in politics supports the Labour Party and Better Together.

Rowling has said that her teenage years were unhappy.[21] Her home life was complicated by her mother’s illness and a strained relationship with her father, with whom she is not on speaking terms.[21] Rowling later said that she based the character of Hermione Granger on herself when she was eleven.[37] Steve Eddy, who taught Rowling English when she first arrived, remembers her as “not exceptional” but “one of a group of girls who were bright, and quite good at English”.[21] Sean Harris, her best friend in the Upper Sixth, owned a turquoise Ford Anglia which she says inspired a flying version that appeared in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.[38] At this time, she listened to the Smiths and the Clash.[39] Rowling took A-levels in English, French and German, achieving two As and a B[27] and was Head Girl.[21]

In 1982, Rowling took the entrance exams for Oxford University but was not accepted[21] and read for a BA in French and Classics at the University of Exeter.[40] Martin Sorrell, a French professor at Exeter, remembers “a quietly competent student, with a denim jacket and dark hair, who, in academic terms, gave the appearance of doing what was necessary”.[21] Rowling recalls doing little work, preferring to listen to the Smiths and read Dickens and Tolkien.[21] After a year of study in Paris,Rowling graduated from Exeter in 1986[21] and moved to London to work as a researcher and bilingual secretary for Amnesty International.[41] In 1988, Rowling wrote a short essay about her time studying Classics entitled “What was the Name of that Nymph Again? or Greek and Roman Studies Recalled”; it was published by the University of Exeter’s journal Pegasus.[42]

An advert in The Guardian[27] led Rowling to move to Porto in Portugal to teach English as a foreign language.[8][36] She taught at night, and began writing in the day while listening to Tchaikovsky‘s Violin Concerto.[21] After 18 months in Porto, she met Portuguese television journalist Jorge Arantes in a bar, and found they shared an interest in Jane Austen.[27] They married on 16 October 1992 and their child, Jessica Isabel Rowling Arantes (named after Jessica Mitford), was born on 27 July 1993 in Portugal.[27] Rowling had previously suffered a miscarriage.[27] The couple separated on 17 November 1993.[27][46] Biographers have suggested that Rowlingsuffered domestic abuse during her marriage, although the full extent is unknown.[27][47] In December 1993, Rowling and her then-infant daughter moved to be near Rowling‘s sister in Edinburgh, Scotland,[26] with three chapters of what would become Harry Potter in her suitcase.[21]

Seven years after graduating from university, Rowling saw herself as a failure.[48] Her marriage had failed, and she was jobless with a dependent child, but she described her failure as liberating and allowing her to focus on writing.[48] During this period Rowling was diagnosed with clinical depression and contemplated suicide.[49] Her illness inspired the characters known as Dementors, soul-sucking creatures introduced in the third book.[50] Rowling signed up for welfare benefits, describing her economic status as being “poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless.”[21][48]

Rowling was left in despair after her estranged husband arrived in Scotland, seeking both her and her daughter.[27] She obtained an order of restraint and Arantes returned to Portugal, with Rowling filing for divorce in August 1994.[27] She began a teacher training course in August 1995 at the Moray House School of Education, atEdinburgh University,[51] after completing her first novel while living on state benefits.[52] She wrote in many cafés, especially Nicolson’s Café (owned by her brother-in-law, Roger Moore),[53][54] and the Elephant House;[55] wherever she could get Jessica to fall asleep.[26][56] In a 2001 BBC interview, Rowling denied the rumour that she wrote in local cafés to escape from her unheated flat, pointing out that it had heating. One of the reasons she wrote in cafés was that taking her baby out for a walk was the best way to make her fall asleep.

  • James J. Collins (born 1965), US bioengineer, pioneered synthetic biology and systems biology

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A struggle won is a triumph

A struggle won is a triumph

Like most of us at the tail end of Baby Boomers while being drowned out by Millennials, we’re trying to get ahead.  Achieve success, notoriety or acclaim.  Subsidize our career choices with our inner voices.  To help others, to help ourselves.  To exhaust our demons by writing and exhuming scars that life has left on our brains.

Confidence or competence

A struggling battle between what we want to express and be appreciated for our words.  So many of us write to right the struggles we have fought, the wars we have lost, the lessons we have learned.

Gratitude is a pitiful compensation

We appreciate the acknowledgement by others who are in chained to the common goal:  of being paid for our words.  What a steep mountain we all climb.  

An investment of our spirit

To rattle the consciousness among the crowded noise.  Who really embraces our words?  Often many.  A quiet whisper from the din of others trying to accomplish the same outcome:  to be paid for casting our soul out to the masses.  Wondering who will hear us?

Pushing water uphill

Like trying to have a bucket big enough to catch a waterfall.  We’re not journalists or authors.  Yet our yearning to be among the best.  Clambering for a like to encourage us to write more.

To find meaning

Or mean something to someone in our musings.  Not a book author or a magazine pen, we scrawl and scrape our hearts out.  Wishing for a pittance of coin.

Thank you among the many

Who have wandered to this blog and scratched a like or a follow from the many options at our disposal.  You champion encouragement.  Give meaning to this scribe.

Gratitude is richness

It doesn’t cost a thing.   Keeping spirits attuned to the marvel of comfort that appreciation  is free.  If it is the only thing you are renowned for, it is the best we can offer.  It goes without notice when many would rather rant and rave.  

Quieten the ego

For the ego has no place in the sanctuary of sharing knowledge, helping others be better than they’d dream.  We can rise above the corruption, violence, pornography of so many empty souls.

Listen to the music

There is poetry for our souls.  We are who we pay attention to.  We celebrate art over admiration.  The beauty is there for us to grasp and hold on to.  That is our compensation for staying within our strong morals and relevant treasures.

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Welcome to Yuppy ~ville

Welcome to Yuppy ~ville
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As I publish content either written to myself or provided to me to confidentially post, it is imperative if you are of the Millennial persuasion, you may not quite understand some of the slang prevalent during the time which shadows your’s now:  the 1980s.  Are things all that different?  That is a GREAT question to pursue.  Are many things parallel to one and another almost synchronized in familiarity, yet vastly so differently.

If you’ve read this far, it must mean I haven’t a huge typo or butchered to help +Gramarly (I think it is available via Chrome – An Alphabet Company, previously identified with Google).

Thank you.
You have earned the right to understand some monumental movements of the 1980s when you consider what many can and have identified with being a Yuppy.  It is a unique persona in the folds of history.  When we start to identify with the persona stereotype of its decade.

Hello, my name is Jeannette
and I’m a non-recovered Yuppy.  I haven’t, honestly, even pursued any help-groups to allow me to go beyond my youth, to merge gently and gracefully with my age.

A Yuppy
A Yuppy is an ATT-a-TUDE one has.  The odd Millennial, under cover, has tried to invade our inner circle, to only fail and be banished back to their genealogical age, saddened by failure, heartened by at least trying.  Thinking maybe if they adopt the EARLY exceptional-achievers philosophy disguised behind the frivolous name, as a decoy, to be called “a Yuppie” banished into the known unified understanding stamped by the universe.  Not unlike Rock Star, Nerd (long before “computer” was added), Drama Queen, Baby, Diva, already firmly inked.

To start to immerse you into the world of YUPP-(me)-dom, let me introduce you to two of the biggest sayings of the Yuppy ~hood:

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With the assistance of Google, I will minimize this screen, just prior to performing a Google search for “Career Limiting Move” but only after writing my own.  To keep the experiment simple and fact-checking ~LY honest.

Wait, better yet.
I have a great example to show you.  It is something I posted a little while ago on @Twitter :: ….. see if you can find it and #RT it for experiments sake.

Most career coaches, managers, think tanks, educators would agree that you don’t tell your company anything.  There is nothing that you have ever done to remove you from that tiny cubicle, in Dilber ~esque fashion, to the top of the heap at your company to this point.  Do not think that any form of grandstanding or headstanding (look at me ~ look at me) behavior is going to do anything.

Unless you are a Yuppy.  At career intervals you have tried doing things differently, persevering, tenaciously, focused with the backside of a turtle that allows knives to bounce from otherwise becoming implanted into your back.

They can take a leap a faith of the extraordinary kind.  It isn’t anything that you have underestimated, sweat over, tossed and turned over, pondered, thought about for quite some time.

The Definition
The end of the experiment defines the example:  did you get fired for posting such a blatant post?  Did you believe in what you said, were you easily identified as the person stating the comment?

If you get fired
Did you at least have an update to the social media, communications, security profiles, proficiency,  training hub, EMAIL ALL, Chairman’s Blog to churn conversation about what can and cannot be said about you or you about your company on social channels.

Opinion owned
Who is the owner of your opinion?  If you include some sort of “opinion my own” on your profiles and bios, does it remove you from culpable restricted behavior?

CLM ::… a career limiting move
If something that you do, equally responsible and visionary, exile you to the basement, far past the file department, renamed to the INFORMATION department which evolved from “information technology” area …. falling several rungs on the ladder towards career success, recognition, compensation which you aspired to, only to stumble and fall bouncing all the way to the bottom of the food chain at your organization.

The Career Limiting Move is something anyone is empowered to do at any time during their working lives to test the theory::… is there any way to turn this from a CYA situation?

CYA:  Cover Your Ass
You can only have been a Yuppy if you easily identify with this term.  After all, as you were graduating from college and well into your mid-years at University, the economy fell, jobs shrunk, graduate job offers disappeared, evaporating into the only mist being from the tears of the fallen Yuppy.

Survivors
The Yuppy ~hood founders were crushed by the weight of the world faced upon graduating from High School, jumping straight into College or University, to make your parents proud, while so much of what you grew up thinking meant the world was made up of crumbled down:  from the threat of a world nuclear war (defined as “THE Cold War”).  We were just getting out of grade school and had to know what an Alarm sounded like from doing exercises and dry runs of a nuclear missile heading our way, what we were expected to do.  Any wonder why so many Yuppy were driven, high achievers?

When the stakes are high
What do people do when the stakes are high?  What if they climb and climb and climb with people ever-stretching to reach it before it retracts some more?  Sure sounds a lot like a Yuppy to me.  How about you?

So, if you are a survivor and you have to gamble or reach the highest stake, what do you do?  Well, yes.  You cover your ass.  You work harder.  You work smarter.  You don’t complain.  You “get-er-done”.  Early, latest on time.

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What did I post in a Career-Limiting-Move ??  I’ll show you.  Stay tuned.  I may be blogging more if I’m fired.  At least we’ll learn together whether an idea tweeted at a company and its executive a CLM or one with which to get you fired:
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A leap of faith

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Born in 1958, Kevin Bacon, qualifies to speak to Millennials as an influence to their parents who were in their 20s in the 80s

This video is catching on virally and resonating with people who lived during the 80s in Kevin Bacon’s message to Millennials on Kevin Bacon explains the 80s to Millennials.

 

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I thought I’d add my commentary, as I’ve written before on how the 80s really was for those born in 1960-65 — the ones graduating from high school, the unsettled world around us (Cold War threat), corruption, but a strong sense of optimism.

Optimistic

No, we didn’t even have “GOOGLE” to check out a person we were considering to date, a company to work for, or an employee for hire… we had to take our chances yet we were eternally optimistic.

Millennial Children

Many of us are caught in between in more than one way:  not just the year we were born, but also as cheerleaders for our Millennial children.  We want them to learn from us, pave the way to success and financial freedom and a keep them safe.

We were born when we could set out at dawn and know we had to be home by the time the sun was down.  There wasn’t any text messages with excuses on why we were late, not home, missing curfew.  We just knew that was the expectation.  We knew the repercussions if we failed.  We would be grounded, cut off from our outside world of friends, bike riding, and so on.  The most we can do for our kids to send a message is suspend their phones, cut off their connections.

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A culture of work ethic and optimism

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Any smart employer or start up would be smart to consider an Inbetweener (1960-65) for hire.  Just take a look at what The New York Times said dispelling the myth that older workers are less productive and generally are weighing down the economy.

I agree with their observation.  Why?  Simply because I’m an older worker and I was hatched when there was a lot going on.  In fact, the first cold war, economic downturn not experienced since the 1920s depression.  There is a strong likelihood that my parents were children of the Great Depression, and raised me to be able to cope with such an event.

Think about it, the next recession to hit occurred just as I was graduating from high school, completed college, ready to get started with optimism and a strong work ethic bestowed by my parents.

Employers are missing the key element that brings the younguns the right example and proper expectations to reality.  We were born to be responsible, accountable and soldiers of work.

 

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This same group that is debated also worked through the optimism that emerged in the late 1980s.  Some of the greatest discoveries and technological wonders impacted the world just as we were getting started.  There were no fancy training courses or charts to reference, we simply had to have a “can do” attitude to survive.  If we survived the prolific foreclosures of that era, unscathed, it was likely because we capitalized on others’ misfortune and scraped our pennies together to buy our first house.  Our aging parents were perplexed as to why were were putting home ownership before having children.

Not really surprising, looking back.  Almost anyone could have a child, but mostly everyone was uncertain whether the economy and opportunities were going to get any worse.  So we had to seize the moment and dive in.

 

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We were fueled by the fear of not wanting to have to face what our parents’ childhood did, nor did we want to be victim of what was circulating around us:  doom and gloom.  Not just economically either.  There was a cold war going on.

I watch CNN’s series on the 80s and it sometimes makes me wonder if I was asleep during this period?  However, the biggest news stories of the day did register on my radar.  Yet I was simply too busy buckling down and working to keep from drowning from economic disaster.

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One could take a look at that period and extrapolate a culture of survivorship, strong work ethic and ingenuity that came along with that era.   We weren’t afraid to start at the bottom and work our way up from the bottom.  So different from the sense of entitlement expounding today.

So, if I happen to be surrounded by Millennials, they should be so lucky.  Anyone in their 50s, born of the 80s careers, has an element of work ethic and the right attitude that an employer should want to sprinkle into their workforce.

 

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Today’s employers think they’re pretty nifty to use technology to prove who is producing and who should be perished to the unemployment line.  Metrics have displaced instinct and doing what is right for their business and their customers.  Why, because they have strengths that are likely not acknowledged, never mind recognized:

  1. They know how to get it done right the first time – slower does not mean stupid.
  2. Speed and agility is aligned with accuracy – what happens when it’s done wrong?
  3. They have pride in their work and are often overlooked because employers want to fast track the younger workers to ensure that they are cultivated to perform.
  4. Beauty is often disassociated with age.  When there are so many beautiful people that are aging and setting strong examples for the youth.
  5. They avoid sitting around feeling sorry for themselves because they were not brought up to think that way.
  6. They were taught that if things aren’t going your way, it means you have to work harder.

Can you think of other attributes that the aging workforce contributes?  I certainly can think of at least a dozen more.  But I’m more excited to write this commentary and send it out into the universe to capture others that agree and stop the downward spiral of misinterpreting value that should be embraced, not shuffled off into obscurity.

 

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Then again, there are some of us that write a Blog to expel our wisdom to the masses.  To head off mistakes that surely are happening from this mistaken philosophy.  There are simply so many of us that began our careers at the worst time in decades, until recently, that can be learned from, not banished.  We’re survivors, we’re really smart, and we have the “can do” attitude that no metric or test can uncover.

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Motherhood: The juggling act of an octopus

MOTHERS: teach your daughters

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As I approach Mother’s Day I reflect upon the very meaning.  Maybe it occurred to me earlier and not realized until now, how a leader where I work and I were talking and it ended up being about being a mother and having kids.  (It is a universal language that only the club members can really understand).

I had asked her what she was doing for Mother’s Day?  (I got a tip from a 20 something near to me whether their culture observed such a day and she said wholehearted yes!!) The conversation took a little turn to find out that she is not only a career woman, she also is an attentive, highly active mother.

Perhaps there is a little Super Woman syndrome there.  That is what happens to a lot of we mothers who hit their 50s :: at some point, and it varies, we exude a breath of relief that our child-rearing days are over and the real fun begins!!

I don’t really think as a tween or teen I would daydream of being a mother one day.  I don’t think I gave it much thought at all.  Most likely it was because my mom was a solid oak tree :: beautiful, graceful, brutally honest, avid reader, and Manners coach.

Interestingly, I had this subtitle and the following excerpt from Mashable https://t.co/E0Ydfg2PHS that I had saved.  I really do have what my stepdaughter calls “sometimers”.  I remember some very important details and facts, then can’t remember where I last had my smart phone, fearing that the battery isn’t drained when I try calling it so I can locate it.  Thankfully, I’ve always been able to recover the missing life raft.

It makes me wonder:: how did we InBetweeners Moms set such a high example for us to live by.  Yes, that is a statement or an opinion.  It is also a realization :: Our moms didn’t have smartphones or email bulletins to lead covert operations on a massive balancing act.  We kids brought home notes, if we were attentive and not forgetful. That is how she would hear about the roundup of volunteers for a school or figure skating event.  My mom always volunteered to drive.  40 years later, that shouldn’t be a surprise looking back.

Among 4 kids of varying interests, we always got to where we should be even if she was late picking us up practically when the doors were locked and the lights were off, because there wasn’t the eminent danger of strangers lurking to snap us up. We were given a childhood that basically meant safety.   We were taught manners, respect for elders (always always Mr, Mrs or Sir), that friends could drop by for impromptu visits that only meant putting a fresh cup of coffee on.

These women, we look up to as mothers set us up for tremendous climbs. They were cheerleaders to their friends or coworkers, but task masters at home.  Teaching us that we should do it right the first time.

These moms created wonder women!  It came to a climax in the early 80s, rising to a crescendo that has  very likely been the last for a number of decades, not since the post war optimism of the late 40s to late 50s, where the children of that era we call Baby Boomers were handed so much on a golden platter.  It wasn’t quite entitlement but it certainly wasn’t scraping like our Millennial children of today face.

Our moms really taught us how to sew, cook, entertain, dress, groom, manners all while trying to be the best in our chosen extra-curricular, whether it was ice skating like me, or otherwise.  We didn’t have any excuses because they just were not in acceptable during our time.  We had immense opportunity, but at a price.  You could venture into new passions, as long as you were dedicated and strove to excel, you continued on and taught to never give up :: all while never neglecting our school or home work or practice with our watchful mothers playing point guard, goalie, bus driver, baker or sewer.

Think of so many moms who become the inspiration for many and the reason others stay out of crime and dysfunction :: by the shear force and willpower of their mothers, sometimes grandmothers or aunts, next door neighbour, coach or teacher.

The supermoms of just a decade ago are riding into the sunset with Millennial children who are off to university, working their way up on a job, and find health and wellbeing a priority.  They recognize the difference between mental health and physical health.  These kids have been protected like any General’s army, emerging to expect and demand the best of anything :: some are even successful at having such high goals.  They tend to obey the same strict guidelines that their moms have forced them to adhere to with added stress of lurking danger, but gracefully rising outside the riff raff or the desperate, not unaware nor  escaping without a few bruises or near disasters.  They’re street smart with a zest for life and a strongly preserved right to their beliefs, their passions, their rights.  Our moms dropped us off, we are home cheerleader, bench mom, medic, taxi driver, successful career women who can juggle like an octopus.

I linger upon the younger mom’s tipping off each finger as to what activities are planned for the weekend, basically only a mere 48 hours.   Then smile now, at all the arsenal of tools these young people have to cultivate, coordinate and conquer challenging schedules and the juggling act of an Octopus.  We may have two fingered to start on email, but recognized the good grace of just having the tools to do so.

Then I digress for a moment and decide that is for another day and maybe more suited for my meanderings Blog :: the important yet barely recognized role of a stepMother.

Happy Mother’s Day to everyone and daughters :: don’t forget your mother!