words of wisdom from a YUPPY

happy UNmothers day!
Glorious rejoicing upon the eve of the BIGGEST day of the year ~ mother’s day, the BIGGEST guilt day of the annual calendar year.  More money is spent on Mother’s Day than any other day of the year.


Perhaps it has slid in importance and sprinkled upon our millennial hipsters < the younger version and offspring of YUPPIES>.









I’m the luckiest of all of those others, Queen of the Crestfallen.  My birthday falls in April, three weeks before Mother’s Day, so I can veer off disappointment lane when it’s forgotten.





If the ones you love the most can’t or don’t honor your birthday, the day celebrating the day you were born, the most unique event in everyone’s life:  a birthday.  Without YOU being born, those entitled offspring who rarely appreciate how unique YOU.  One of a kind.  If pushed, the said offspring would acknowledge how little they would change in YOU, their mother.  

You’ve sure done a great job, of raising those young Millennial Hipsters.  So well, in fact, that they calmly accept being the center of the universe, rarely acknowledging the way they were born, or by whom.





I wouldn’t change a minute of it.  Being a mom has made me a lot tougher in so many ways like stifling fear and doing my darnedest to appear strong.  Even when fears before you knew were fears begin to surface.  Being a mom who did an excellent job of guiding her children in the best way she can, not in any singular form of wisdom, religion, experience or philosophy.  





That is a lesson that anyone should achieve.  On every UNmothers day every other day of the year ::… save your money on that one explosive day of feast or famine that mothers of the world unite.  Sprinkle it every UNmothers day with a small bouquet of tulips, or a greeting card with a $5 Starbucks or Tim Horton’s card.  





Celebrate today, this #unMOTHERSday hashtag for the next 24 hours in 140 characters or less on Twitter, include me @optioneerJM with #RT so we REPLY and connect with expanding new followers, unique and special because you share the same spirit and celebrate excellent quality.





Today take the time to do something special to say “Ya, I done good.”  Relish the moment, or take a moment every other day of the year to remind yourself of that.

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Oh dear, oh my …. my give a damn meter has been turned OFF!

This post was originally written on  The Publisher blog where I’ve tripped over and trickled past some interesting things to write about or share that is off the radar usually.  I decided it was worth a share here.  I see where the insight can be used in sales and business scenarios to which I will expand and explain better in a sales-oriented blog.  I still dream in sales and think of ways to sell better.  I just have expanded my interests and want to test new theories or ideas.  Stretching my creative scope even farther than I thought possible.  I referenced my optioneerjm.blogspot.com already and meanderingsabout.blogspot.ca before, now I guess I’m flogging The Publisher (link below) because what I wrote really spoke to me and about me.  Thank you for reading if you are still with me this far.  I owe you my gratitude.
Sincerely.  Jeannette 



Oh dear, oh my ….
my give a damn meter is turned OFF!

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There are a few things that are really annoying me, but I am really trying to focus on trying to withdraw something positive from this whole experience.  One of the gifts wisdom has so wonderfully bestowed upon me is to try to turn EVERYTHING from wine (or whine) to vinegar (rinse out the anguish) to champagne!  (Pop, let it out.  Let er RIP!)  


Well, giggle, snort … very few people even read my blogs.  Like today, for instance!!  Geez, what a day of a hell on a week bouncing around WIRED.  This really young chap where I work came sauntering in today (yes, that is a great word even for someone not writing a novel or a script … to be made into a play or a movie … where she stars opposite that guy who plays the latest Superman and Man from U.N.C.L.E. dreamboat of “if I were 10 or 20 younger….).  I complimented him on his advancement which his chest puffed right out of when he then introduced his brother, whom he was escorting and showing around his new workplace.  Timing is everything … timing things right is a gift isn’t it?  


He said:  “Ah, yes, and Jeannette is a writer of a blog and has many many followers on social media.”  WOW, I got a zinger:  “I said, aw, thanks, so you’ve read it then?”  This young whipper-snapper politely referred to as a chap.  (NOW, you GET IT).   He was too young, and still blinded by the glory of the compliment, through the glow came the honest answer:  “Uh, no”.


Someone older and wiser would giggle, snort or gleefully snicker at the big trap the chap had just handed to them.  Like forcing a speeder with a strong tendency to get off on police car chases, disciples of Fast and Furious fame to go lay a tire popper track thinga majiggy then back his car up a few blocks away, start a cop car chase, being hunted and pursued.  Then go exactly the familiar way, and driving over that popper track thinga majiggy that blows up tires contraption.  


I was forced to exude my frustration and humility in writing here.  Unencumbered.  Fairly alone with my harmonious strokes of my thoughts, my fingers, to the keys.  Hardly read.  Maybe there is freedom in that.  I admit, I’ve been peeking around writing about nothing more than experimenting with styles and topics that appeal to me.  Even for me, it is getting a little confusing.  


SOURCE


I trust a champion will emerge or a gust of more than a few readers, or maybe five on a good day.  I know it can happen.  It has happened to me a couple of times on my optioneerjm.blogspot.ca blog where a particular post would bounce around a lot and jiggle with some spikes in readership.  It was a glorious two times that resonate.  The elusive reward of actually resonating with a certain group of people, under any number of topics, or a singular interest or passion shared.  A nice feeling when you’re more used to a horseshoe curve, more like a wish or a hope to be blessed with a little traction.  It is really great.


I couldn’t imagine being one of those bloggers who just blogs, turning a passion into writing or writing into a passion with uninhibited ability to express oneself in whatever fashion they want.  I got a hint last weekend, a great weekend.  In fact, one of my greatest or most favorite weekends I can remember from a very long time.  Maybe it WAS 10 years ago when I got married to the love of my life, Rob.  My affectionate version being “the Hunkster Hubster” mostly in my tweets as @optioneerJM .  My whole family was together.  It has been only since August when we were all together, but for a wedding, it was clouded with intricacies of varying family dynamics is not any definition of quality family time!


I had the nerve to send this email to an organization, whom I edited out for obvious and legal reasons:



SOURCE

Why do your communications not include a website link what-so-EVER?  Not even a paragraph as to who represents “communications@————,ca” ? along with an alternative contact internal IMMEDIATE contact encrypted to hide for privacy but also someone where it can get IMMEDIATE attention.  Also include the time frame in which a person can anticipate a reply .. be realistic, but be sure you are really really close to following that rule or you will sink your trust in your attentiveness (or lack thereof), lose loyalty faster than the price of oil, to any messages you send out.  


 ~ Jeannette 
“you need my help” . calm

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Oh dear, oh my …. my give a damn meter has been turned OFF!

This post was originally written on  The Publisher blog where I’ve tripped over and trickled past some interesting things to write about or share that is off the radar usually.  I decided it was worth a share here.  I see where the insight can be used in sales and business scenarios to which I will expand and explain better in a sales-oriented blog.  I still dream in sales and think of ways to sell better.  I just have expanded my interests and want to test new theories or ideas.  Stretching my creative scope even farther than I thought possible.  I referenced my optioneerjm.blogspot.com already and meanderingsabout.blogspot.ca before, now I guess I’m flogging The Publisher (link below) because what I wrote really spoke to me and about me.  Thank you for reading if you are still with me this far.  I owe you my gratitude.
Sincerely.  Jeannette 



Oh dear, oh my ….
my give a damn meter is turned OFF!

SOURCE

There are a few things that are really annoying me, but I am really trying to focus on trying to withdraw something positive from this whole experience.  One of the gifts wisdom has so wonderfully bestowed upon me is to try to turn EVERYTHING from wine (or whine) to vinegar (rinse out the anguish) to champagne!  (Pop, let it out.  Let er RIP!)  


Well, giggle, snort … very few people even read my blogs.  Like today, for instance!!  Geez, what a day of a hell on a week bouncing around WIRED.  This really young chap where I work came sauntering in today (yes, that is a great word even for someone not writing a novel or a script … to be made into a play or a movie … where she stars opposite that guy who plays the latest Superman and Man from U.N.C.L.E. dreamboat of “if I were 10 or 20 younger….).  I complimented him on his advancement which his chest puffed right out of when he then introduced his brother, whom he was escorting and showing around his new workplace.  Timing is everything … timing things right is a gift isn’t it?  


He said:  “Ah, yes, and Jeannette is a writer of a blog and has many many followers on social media.”  WOW, I got a zinger:  “I said, aw, thanks, so you’ve read it then?”  This young whipper-snapper politely referred to as a chap.  (NOW, you GET IT).   He was too young, and still blinded by the glory of the compliment, through the glow came the honest answer:  “Uh, no”.


Someone older and wiser would giggle, snort or gleefully snicker at the big trap the chap had just handed to them.  Like forcing a speeder with a strong tendency to get off on police car chases, disciples of Fast and Furious fame to go lay a tire popper track thinga majiggy then back his car up a few blocks away, start a cop car chase, being hunted and pursued.  Then go exactly the familiar way, and driving over that popper track thinga majiggy that blows up tires contraption.  


I was forced to exude my frustration and humility in writing here.  Unencumbered.  Fairly alone with my harmonious strokes of my thoughts, my fingers, to the keys.  Hardly read.  Maybe there is freedom in that.  I admit, I’ve been peeking around writing about nothing more than experimenting with styles and topics that appeal to me.  Even for me, it is getting a little confusing.  


SOURCE


I trust a champion will emerge or a gust of more than a few readers, or maybe five on a good day.  I know it can happen.  It has happened to me a couple of times on my optioneerjm.blogspot.ca blog where a particular post would bounce around a lot and jiggle with some spikes in readership.  It was a glorious two times that resonate.  The elusive reward of actually resonating with a certain group of people, under any number of topics, or a singular interest or passion shared.  A nice feeling when you’re more used to a horseshoe curve, more like a wish or a hope to be blessed with a little traction.  It is really great.


I couldn’t imagine being one of those bloggers who just blogs, turning a passion into writing or writing into a passion with uninhibited ability to express oneself in whatever fashion they want.  I got a hint last weekend, a great weekend.  In fact, one of my greatest or most favorite weekends I can remember from a very long time.  Maybe it WAS 10 years ago when I got married to the love of my life, Rob.  My affectionate version being “the Hunkster Hubster” mostly in my tweets as @optioneerJM .  My whole family was together.  It has been only since August when we were all together, but for a wedding, it was clouded with intricacies of varying family dynamics is not any definition of quality family time!


I had the nerve to send this email to an organization, whom I edited out for obvious and legal reasons:



SOURCE

Why do your communications not include a website link what-so-EVER?  Not even a paragraph as to who represents “communications@————,ca” ? along with an alternative contact internal IMMEDIATE contact encrypted to hide for privacy but also someone where it can get IMMEDIATE attention.  Also include the time frame in which a person can anticipate a reply .. be realistic, but be sure you are really really close to following that rule or you will sink your trust in your attentiveness (or lack thereof), lose loyalty faster than the price of oil, to any messages you send out.  


 ~ Jeannette 
“you need my help” . calm

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Welcome to Yuppy ~ville

Welcome to Yuppy ~ville
yuppy-definition
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:

Career-limiting-move:
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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Go from the 80/20 to the 90/10 RULE

Go from the 80/20 to the 90/10 RULE

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Smart smart SMART people at Apple ::  who has gained so much insights into me :: the books I read :: 90% of my reading is from iBooks music collection in iTunes and even a few Christmas carols I sent as gifts instead of a hand written, store bought cards and/or things people really don’t know. Apple was amazing in putting this collection together, whom I don’t have many songs in my musical collection, to show me who I am missing …… and fall immediately in love with the suggestions.

Jeannette Marshall @optioneerJM musical #bestofeverything

Makes the lightbulb go off!  :: I should assemble all this music on my YouTube Channel.

If you need help on downloading music for free:  I stumbled upon this link via Google to YouTube ::: the brotherhood has formed.

How to Download Music for Free Directly on Your #APPLE iPhone! -2015 https://youtu.be/mCH6yUeP9wY

 

….. I think Google is kicking Apple’s ass in data which holds consumer and business purchase patterns, where they spend money online, where they look tempted (comparison shopping), knows your travel habits based on you book online because banks and airlines give you rewards for your loyalty, who you talk to, connect with, professionally, friendly or romantically.

Which this blog came to mind, to apply what I’m learning about #socialmedia and the media.  How can you leverage the massive audience of traditional media and channel it into SEO overdrive or socialmedia expedientially?   Here are few of my favorite secret discoveries:

A few years ago (six years to be exact) I jumped into social media.  What unfolded should have been predicted in all those HR quizzes and behavioral Q&A, psychological profile for an employer to hire based upon …….. like yeah, how many of the brilliant social media personalities can say they’ve been forced to look at oneself, with all the B.S. behind you, and often more in store.

An unsuspecting, honest intellect began to surface : :  It was like a magnet :: most of the most creative, artistic, musical talent, author, writer, (p.s. journalists seem to jump on your radar, you connect, you gush, then you go on being per normal and by some accidental research find out they’ve unfollowed you ages ago.)

The bold, best communicators are emerging in this force field fueled by Facebook, Twitter, Google, Apple and HP who cast their net far and wide and help assemble an audience of epic proportions.

The fortunate cast in light are quite a few.  Surprisingly little.  Certainly there are brands (when I refer to brands, I mean personal brand and commercial brand).  Personal brand is you, your behavior, your habits, your favorite musical, entertainment, books, news sources, technically savviness without being able to be accused of as a nerd.

Whenever I am on Twitter, usually at least once a day for minimum 10 minutes to go check in on all my profiles – MAX.  I have figured out how to be intermittently dispersed about.  Never too much like some of those “consultant” that seem to have a lot of time to post pictures pooled from top photographic sources, that have read blogs like my earlier ones, that visuals was going to drive social media.  Misidentified as “visionary” … which is hardly the case because they have probably 3 hours a day dedicating to posting.

Who knows what they do for the remaining 21 hours.  Now before I get to far ahead, it should be known that my of my supporters and collaborators follow me, my page, @optioneerJM on Twitter, Pinterest, Reddit, StumbleUpon.  Those are the best generator of thoughts, likes, personality, who or what you are associated by (art, imagery, photography), that MASHABLE is my favorite source of information.  I would say, Canada’s GLOBE&MAIL, would be close behind in 2nd.  Then my source for info-magazines:  Entrepreneur, Inc., Forbes.

Google or Facebook probably know that I am a fitful sleeper:  insomniac of a creative thinker, who can fall asleep only to be jolted awake with this most fabulous idea.  Trying to fall asleep is lost, rewinding the idea to its beginning :: how did it formulate, what was the seed that was planted?  Then fast-forwarding to what your subconscious insists is your perfect Utopia.

We’ve seen a burst of energy and focus, but distracted by watching reality TV in the form of the United States’ unfolding reality docu-drama to hit the earth since probably, the first man walking on the moon.

There are some really talented people who can instinctively sense the next direction we’ll be forced to take.   Just imagine the panel of intellect behind the scenes, the image makers (I just noticed when I got home later than anticipated from work, to watch CNN to get a recap of the night’s events.  One of the authorities and experts somewhat startled me.   Title:  image maker.  How inspired is that?

There are certainly some very well knowns.  What-was-his-name who went up against Piers Morgan on CNN over gun control?  You know who I mean.  If not, you can probably find a constant reminder by Piers, who, in my opinion, was more worried about Twitter Followers than his guests on his honorary top spot upon the much-missed retired Larry King LIVE!  Piers was likely fired because he was offending the advertisers too much.  Having my first experiences in media via magazines in my 20s, I have a radar that acts like a cool-metal-detector.

Chuckle to myself.  Apple is showing how I can listen to Mettalica and Iron Maiden, whom most would take a double take as a music of my choice.  I’ve had this image since I was a wee child.   I have no idea if it was based on the fact that my father was in the military and we had to move entire homes and lives, every few to five years.

Most corporations today have a: PRODUCE or PERRISH mentality.  Grave mistake.  Restricted foresight.  Most likely, the ones that knew, the Baby Boomers are all retired and the INbetweeners absorbed all that learning, only to be passed over because some political junkie walzed in to ask for the dance just ahead of you.

You could almost call the Millennials the (PJs) political junkies.  They were brought up to believe that anything was possible, only to be outraged that the life they were promised is wrought with debt, ethical violations to humanity, steep mountain to climb for sure.

These PJs have pretty much run over the INbetweeners which for this purpose, could be the 30-55 year old.  Ironic to me.  When I was selling an upscale magazine in Western Canada, that was the then IDEAL demographic.  I forgot about this.  Huh.  Neato.

Getting back into the theme of collected intelligence.  You know how they made it into something groovy sounding?  I have no idea, but I’m going to find out:  who coined the phrase for the collection of data into the “CLOUD”?

The more time I spend online, the better I get to know myself.  I would have answered if someone asked me if I liked The Tragically Hip?  I wouldn’t have had to stretch for an answer :: it would be an immediate, resounding “NO!”

I came online because my husband was gaming :: yeah, I know, the Hunkster Hubster is over 50 years old and still actively talks to my 27-year-old son and same age fiancé to his daughter, all about X-BOX, trending games, especially “Call of Duty”.

So, I thought to myself :: you’ve got another 3 days off!  You’ve only used one day, what will you do differently?   Take care of me bubbled to the surface.  Go back to Apple and listen to the selection they’ve assembled for me.  Dusting off the headphones, disconnecting from the Marshall blue tooth speakers, I listened to music that I realized our INbetweeners learned best to listen to.  We didn’t have the fortunate ME generation that was so explosive and implosive loud and protesting habits.  Nor did we quite predict the “what about ME generation? The last 30-35 years had produced.

 

The irony is that we created the term “YUPPY”  that our kids have replaced with “Sweet” :: “Nice” :: and wear badges for standing up for one cause or another.  Which is startling to a parent who faded into the background, not because they themselves were shy, but to escape the noice those Baby Boomers were making.

The next big competition going on that only the PLAYERS know about is about gathering intelligence about us, to sell to the highest bidder or BETA test with a select audience.

MY GOSH, I haven’t even gone back to read this and even as a mental outsider, a quick flash back, this sounds very much like a  rebellious blog.   There are a lot of MEs around:  take US President Obama, return to the 80s in fashion.

It is ironic also that many that we gave birth to in the mid-80s to mid-90s fell in love with the 80s.  My girls, their cousins, couldn’t get enough of “Grease” starring Olivia Newton John and John Travolta.  Quite amazing, registering mentally at the time.  There are a few like me out there, besides just two.

The rebellious, vocal, demonstrative, period skipped over like us like a skipping stone, only to land firmly on our children :: the “what about ME” generation, attitude, culture.

So, my dear friends.  I hope that the very few online that are not looking for romance, can never get enough information into their brains, visual promotion abounds :: insult by having porn waved in their face with a huge aversion and need to avoid :: that believed there are happy endings, not by a GOD (whatever the religion or beliefs), but by sure determination, hard work and maintaining their morals.

Pretty hard to do?  I’d say YES for about 90% of the population.  The 10% is at the top, destroying the 80/20 rule to the massive proportion of the new 90/10 rule.   Like a diver into the ocean, who scrambles to the surface, with more need than just to breathe.

I can’t definitively say that these 10% fall solely in the INbetweeners age group.  More like a common attitude and language.  A beacon sends out a light to this community who truly want to constantly improve, bring value to those surrounding them, and disperse it to a much larger scale than would have been possible even five years ago.

I went from working for the top technology companies in the world, if always, with Apple in its dust :: to the telecommunications industry, recognizing the pop pop POP of smartphones everywhere.

ANOTHER DETOUR:  This just rose to the top in my most avid dislikes:

1)     Smart phone earbuds :: I waste my breath talking to you!!  I dislike having to first check for full attention and no wires hanging out of ears.  It brings back a valuable lesson ::  Don’t hire friends or family to work for you :: I had to fire someone who looked up to me as an older sister, when I first arrived in Calgary (fill in the blank ___ number of years ago).  I was creating my own team, and when you hire someone who thinks because they think they know you better than you know yourself and tests your limit, it can end up where you have to fire them.   A sense of entitlement yet faced with by me.  I remember having to tell her she had to take her iPOD earbuds out because she works in a manufacturing facility, however small, and safety won’t allow drowning out warning noise of any catastrophic event.  (Remember, I’m one of the few who was born in that very tense period of 1960-63, where fear prevailed, shelters, practice emergency alerts, alarms, were background noise to them drowned out even to their cries of birth.

2)    Chewing gum :: Just ask my daughters and stepdaughter.  If anyone noticed, I never accept gum.  I’m anti-GUM!!  I missed my calling to start an anti-GUM-revolution.

3)    Poor manners :: I came from the final generation where manners, gloves, napkins, hats were born from:  the very first year of the baby boomers 1944.  A period of exuberance after a horrific war that had so many victims besides soldiers, in the history of mankind.   There really is a formula.  What I can’t figure out where the precise recipe went awry.  My kids were taught all the same manners, often a source of pride on being hosted on soccer tournaments.  They were often made examples of by parents of their friends who wished that they had not forgotten the lost importance of etiquette and manners.   My kids and sometimes even my stepdaughter, forget that important parenting ingredient called respect.

4)   Being disrespected :: I emerged in the corporate world, one of only a few at the top at the time :: and I had to work harder to prove to my mostly male colleagues, that I had earned the right to be there at the same time, and equally as them.  I was of an era, and attitude that only in sales are you able to be paid for what you produce, regardless of gender.  Unfortunately, we swept over a great number of candidates of female pioneers.  Not the speckle few like Emelia Arhardt, but the victorious who floated up, peacefully, naturally :: to take prominence in a much more male-gender-geared occupation:  sales.

5)    Chewing with your mouth open :: GROSS!  Enough if you agree that this falls under both manners and being respectful.  When a guy really likes a girl, he can transform from belching and scratching places, to perfect gentlemen, who cut their meat with such elegance and precision.   Sadly, if you marry them, they can alter at an alarming rate, making you wonder what you first saw in them to begin with :: chewing with mouth open?  Why, I never ….. yes, I got over it and can still see the greatness I saw in the Hunkster Hubster, even if he doesn’t always recognize it.  Don’t confuse this writing as feminist rant.  It isn’t, someone has to talk with maturity and advice to this brilliant group of girls coming up in the world.  They need to mentor the very very VERY few who even want to pay attention to anyone older, they already have the answers :: you got it :: the what about ME generation.

Whoever is going to rise to the top of the TOP, is going to be because they dominate information.  They have the data readily available to create commerce from.  Fueled by social media, online profiles, of very well-adjusted, successful people.

Everyone is going to be one of them, or be like one of them.  Are you going to be a leader or follower?  I guess I found my own answer by writing this didn’t I?

I’m seeing some very interesting factors on my own knowledge base gathered from jumping in and participating in social media.  A natural, outgoing, positive, gregarious gal I have often been described as.  Heck, even APPLE gets me!  I’m the dutiful one who hit 50 and realized that I held on, restrained myself, self-disciplined self, and wanted to break free :: a rebel not by actions, but gathering knowledge that lifts us up, inspires us, and in turn, trickles to the audience (backspaced over “down”).

Pure motivation and wisdom is shared.  To keep it reserved, try to forget about it, or not share it is a grave injustice.   Let the hard times be far behind, with optimism scaling a very ominous wall of terror, fear, security loss :: evaporate.  POOF! :: gone.