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.
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 (…)
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 (…)
My mom was sick and I was barely making rent. We lived with 2 kids in a basement while also trying to pay off $600k in student loans. As if that wasn’t enough, I broke my arm and had to max out all my credit cards just to pay the medical bills. 🧐 This is (…)
A recent study in a prestigious journal that’s definitely real and not made up discovered a new metric that defines how competent you are at giving advice. It’s called your CATB score. Your CATB score is the degree to which you’re Chomping At The Bit to say something. The higher your CATB score, the worse you are (…)
One of my favorite moments of all time was at a roundtable with Esther Perel. There were 10 of us and this guy raises his hand and asks how he can be a better husband to his wife who’s pregnant because he knows that when you’re pregnant your brain changes and he’d like to support her. (…)
There’s a woman in my coworking space who cleans the space every morning. Today she is frazzled. I hear her on the intercom radio thingy talking to management. She’s stumped. Someone is planning to have an event here at 11:30AM and they’ve (apparently) left food and plates and other party things out in anticipation of (…)
She was like a character out of a storybook. The scary witch. Her hair disheveled and she always wore black and smelled like cigarettes. When I asked her for feedback on the fifth draft of my thesis, she said that I couldn’t use one of the books I’d chosen. “I get that you love it. (…)