There’s The Business You Can Run and The Business You Should. Which One Is This?
A few weeks ago, I put out an Instagram story I thought was hilarious. My fans thought it was hilarious too and I felt awesome for being an Insta celeb genius. I found out later that my hilarious story had offended some people. Some moms. And now there’s this group of parents who hate me. (…)
On those days when you feel like a hack, don’t listen to your thoughts.
If all you’re getting is praise, you’re not being loud enough. If you want to get to the top, you have to disappoint some people.
So, I’m rereading Positioning by Al and Jack. And I have a new plan to save America. We bombard the DNC with this book. We send each front runner candidate 400 copies. We highlight the specific sections they should pay attention to and add sticky notes for emphasis. Then, we put this line from page eight on (…)
It’s not personal, it’s business…but shouldn’t it be personal? Wouldn’t it be better if it was?
AMENITY LOUNGE SATURDAY 1-4PM Just a friendly reminder we will be having a birthday party for our son in the amenity lounge on Saturday from 1-4PM. We know the space can’t be reserved, so we hope this doesn’t interfere with anyone’s plans! Thanks so much! If this opener made you want to vomit in your (…)
There’s a woman who celebrates her wins with a donut. As in, she literally buys herself a donut every time something good happens in her career and then she posts a photo of it (click at your own hunger risk). It’s made her more appreciative of the little things, identifying more wins, blah blah blah we’ve all (…)
Been getting a lot of advice lately that “something’s gotta give.” And it’s a hilarious and infuriating piece of advice to give a new mom running a business. You’ve literally added 633 billion things to my to-do list, taken my sleep (among many other things), and now you’re telling me I need to cut some (…)
It was a cold and rainy night in Manhattan. Two well-dressed women were out for dinner when they decided to class-it-up and get some cheap beer at a local pub. And that night. Magic happened. Woman #1, who we will heretofore refer to as “Margo,” was lamenting how awkward and weird she is on camera, (…)