Just Thinking

Yea, I said it! I am asking all workaholics to come out of the closet!! If you read the title of this post and immediately thought, I am not a workaholic, then you most probably are so please read on. I have designed a five question survey using my patented, very unscientific process to prove to you and everyone who reads this post that we are all indeed workaholics.   If you answer yes to more than one of the questions below then no doubt you are most definitely a workaholic. Do you constantly feel sleep deprived? Or worse, believe 4 hours of sleep per night is normal? Do you have one or two recovery strategies for sleep deprivation (coffee, tea, coca cola, yoga or a cold shower)? Do you randomly remember things you need to do for work when eating, sleeping, hanging out with friends or getting laid? Do you get pissed off when you don't finish your to do list? Are you laughing and nodding right now? Yup! Its confirmed, you are indeed a workaholic. Congratulati...

Last night while "admiring" the spots on my face, I was struck with how impatience teaches us patience. Let me explain. I am light skinned and from time to time because of junk food, stress or hormonal changes, I break out (i.e. I get Pimples). Now, I absolutely hate those tiny imperfections on my otherwise gorgeous face but I know that picking at them will leave a little red blotch which will turn to a dark spot and then take forever to fade. But what do I do? I pick at them anyway, till they are bleeding and sore. After a day or so, I notice the dark spot and begin sending up silent prayers before my vanity mirror for the spots to fade. With a little patience, the pimple typically, would have dried up and disappeared on its own but impatience leaves me with spots and scars. Scars are mementos that hasty decisions leave on our lives.  We could glance at our lives and send up silent prayers wishing them away but we usually have a long wait ahead of us until t...

I will start this post my saying up until now, I never seriously considered myself a feminist and in a lot of ways I still don’t. I am however a strong believer in the “strengths of the sexes” and the different and wonderful ways we can leverage our strengths as men and women to build synergy and balanced social systems. Even at that, a lot of times I still think I could be a little too traditional but then again, I find that in life, it is all about balance. That said, I will move unto the meat of my post. The idea for this post literally popped into my head yesterday after a long day and I felt I had to write this down before I forgot about it. I doubt it will be a long post as the message is all in the title but allow me to elucidate. I hear and read a lot of what I call rants about female inequality in the work place (don’t burn me at the stake just yet), some very well founded and very true. It is actually a fact that women face a lot more blockers profes...

Going down for breakfast this morning it occurred to me how funny elevators are and can be. First, there is this stifled silence that immediately settles in an elevator filled with people who don't know each other, if there are however people who do know each other, they talk as though their teeth are clamped together. Bad breath? Maybe.... To make matters worse, if there happens to be someone in need of a shower or a good helping of deodorant, the stifled silence is accompanied with a choking smell. How sweet!! By the time the elevator reaches the ground floor, everyone jumps out as if to avoid the plague. I really do love elevators, more amusing to me is the human response to an obviously uncomfortable situation in which the expectation is quiet endurance. The only telltale signs are the pressed lips and not so straight face. LOL