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This question came in SO long ago, but I didn't want to answer because of the potentially, then actually, impending baby thing.
I feel quite lucky to have some very supportive executives right now who're working with me to develop my career through these coming months of sporadic availability.
While I've spent the past few years really solidifying my marketing career and mastering the operational day-to-day of the role (after a number of years trying on careers to see what fits), I'm looking forward to tackling a number of special projects to further round out my resume.
I don't expect advancement in terms of a directorship in the next 2-5 years, but I do expect that toward the end of that 2-5 year term I'll be a serious superstar of a marketer, and will be back, fully engaged in and perhaps leading a small team, and on the road to a big promotion a year or two after that. -
I am often angry, and annoyed, and confused and concerned (with myself, with the world, with whatever). And it ends up getting tweeted, because it's cathartic.
Though, as you've pointed out, I guess I never manage to tweet the awesome, because it already feels good. I don't need to "get it out" so I feel better.
Not sure how that translates into not liking myself though. I <3 me! -
Usually food.
Whenever I'm out of sorts with not much to do (or, correction, not much I *want* to do), I start thumbing through my cookbooks and food blogs looking for something new to concoct in the kitchen.
Last week's "boredom" snack was bacon popcorn. Which is exactly as awesome as it sounds. -
If you mean one specific food? I'd rather commit seppuku. If I can have a genre of food? Bread. Oh god I love bread. I would totally marry it if I could.
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I'd love to visit Thailand again. Next time, I'd head straight for the beaches. Andaman coast this time (phuket, ko pi pi), since we chose to stay on the Western gulf on last trip.
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There are a number of things, really.
1. We have a medium-energy dog, so she does need some exercise, but is mostly happy to lie about as well (if she were a collie or terrier, we'd be toast). She's also big enough to "hold it" while we're at work for a full day (smaller breeds need to go out more often).
2. We get up and take her out for at least 30 minutes every morning before work so she's been run down a bit before the day really starts. She also gets a good walk and romp in the dog park with her friends most evenings.
3. We pay a dog-walker to come take her out for at least two good hikes a week during the day so she's got some extra exercise and stimulation.
4. We take her just about everywhere with us on the weekends, and make sure a long walk/hike/run (or other mental/physical stimulation for her) is part of our plans.
Other than that, we try to limit the number of nights in a row we're out late or away from her. We have said "no" to activities because we need to spend some time with the dog. We're also fortunate enough to have some dog-loving friends who are happy to take her for a day or a few hours for some extra loving. -
I'm very fine, thank you! How YOU doin?
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Hard to say whether or not I missed something I've never experienced. But from what I saw of childhood friends who had sisters and had to share rooms, toys, clothes; and what I saw of my brothers who shared all that and a birthday - it is perhaps not all it's cracked up to be.
Despite that, I can say that having two sisters in law now, and a 3rd in the queue (as my brother's engaged) is pretty sweet. Not necessarily because I missed some crucial set of feminine bonding up until now, but because they're genuinely cool people (as is my brother-in-law, not to leave him out) that I'm happy to have as part of my family.
When I think back to the families of some exes of mine, oh my holy hell I can not imagine if I had to spend the rest of my life calling them family of mine. eech. I certainly feel pretty lucky in the in-laws department! -
I like telling stories. That's pretty much what it comes down to. I like telling stories, and it's a way for me to share my stories without waiting to have an audience.
But beware, because I like telling stories I will probably tell the *same* stories to you if and when we meet in person. Every time we meet in person. Sorry 'bout that.
But least in person you will usually get some extra juicy tidbits that I've left out of the online version. The first time, anyhow. Lucky for you I also like to cook & feed people, so at least for the repeats, you probably won't be hungry. -
Only two things immediately leap to mind:
1. I insist on falling asleep with the TV on, which I know Neil hates, but puts up with, because the alternative is me tossing and turning and twitching for hours.
I used to feel really bad about how much he said the TV bothers him, but then one day he confessed to turning it on while I was away, because he missed me and it seemed too quiet with the TV off and me gone. So now it's his annoying habit too, and therefore we cancel each other out!
2. I tend to pile stuff on the dining table when I come home (purse, purse contents, mail), which I know bugs him when we want to sit down for dinner, and can't because the table's covered in crap.
I tried asking Neil what he actually thinks my most annoying habit is, and he gave me a non-answer about trying not to think about things that annoy him. He's busy working on some coding ideas & he gets a bit annoyed when I interrupt him while he's hacking... -
I am trying to think up something awesome like blindfolded synchronized dog grooming, but the answer, whenever I think of something I wish I understood more, is Math.
How lame is that?!?
Seriously though, I've always struggled with understanding the principles of Mathematics. I squeaked by with the help of a tutor in High School, and other than a brief foray into Statistics as a required course for my degree, I have mostly wandered in a fog through anything to do with numbers.
The wacky thing is, I find a lot of things that fall into the Math camp pretty fascinating. (Random trivia: our wedding bands are inscribed with the first naturally occurring pair of friendly numbers, inspired by reading Fermat's Enigma.)
Proofs, logic, fincial planning/investing, scientific analysis... the results are super interesting, but frustrating, because I'm always relying on someone else to do the figuring and interpreting.
I've never been good at really internalizing abstractions. Numbers just hold no meaning for me. I know I'm no dummy, but every time I've tried to learn more I launch straight into snoozeville, give up and move on to other things.
So if this magical, mystery place included someone who was well-versed in math and able to find a way for it to make sense to me and inspire the lessons to stick in my brain, I'd be all over it! -
I have certainly said my fair share of ass-hatted things on the internet that, in hindsight, were better left inside my addled brain than out for the masses.
The whole "better to remain silent and be thought a fool than open your mouth and confirm it" thing took me a while to grasp.
Thankfully the last of those was quite some time ago. Now I try to apply the "billboard" rule: would I put this on a billboard somewhere? No? Probably best not to say it then.
One thing I can say though, is that I have always published my thoughts, both brilliant and not-so, as myself. I occasionally use handles/nicknames, but I've never "hidden" online. -
Uh.. I don't think any song gets stuck in my head with any more frequency than any others. That said, I almost ALWAYS have a song of some sort rattling around in there. Right now it's "Shut Up" by the Black Eyed Peas. I have no idea why.
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Considering my background, I'm coming at this from completely a marketing stance. I'd start thinking really seriously about guest profiles (since, for those who don't know, they run a lodge) and the kind of guest they want to attract.
Knowing the profile of the ultimate guest (one that's pleasant to have and pays well), then move into what can be really refined and put into place to make that guest want to stay from reading an ad and want to return after staying.
After that, I'd dive back into research on where those guests are finding accommodations, and make sure advertising and awareness are well built up there, so they know about the lodge and are encouraged to try it out. -
This is tougher than I thought. There isn't anything that really stands out as a life-changing moment. I have done many things I'm proud of accomplishing, including personal development and charity work.
But I think if I had to pick one thing, it would be something I work on every day: Choosing Happiness.
I'm SUCH a cynic, a snark, a pessimist, a critic. I can find fault in anyone and anything - including (and most often) myself.
At one point though, with the help of some drugs and therapy, I figured out that I would rather choose happiness.
And it is a choice. One I make every day. To be well, think differently. To react with grace rather than malice (I'm still working on that one). To stop and smell the roses and enjoy them for what they are, rather than complaining that they're white instead of red (or that they're roses and not tulips).
I see so many people on a day-to-day basis who let life "just happen" to them, who complain about the injustices they suffer and ignore the blessings they have. I have been there. I know what miserable feels like.
And I'm proud of myself, and anyone else, who chooses to do the work to focus on being happy. -
Hmm... I am often mortified by my own behaviour. But the one that comes to mind first whenever I think of this question is from years ago.
I was still in High School, working at McDonald's. The person ordering from me asked for takeout ketchup, which was in a bin under the counter. I bent over to grab a few (important: this was a toe-touch kind of bend, not a squat or hunch) and unexpectedly let out a rip-roaring fart!
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Thinking about this, I'm pretty sure I have more friends with cats than without. And now I'm wondering what that says about me as a person.
Anyhow, assuming you're not a serial killer, I would probably come over if invited. And your cats would probably get a scritch or two behind the ears if I see them. I'm not *completely* heartless. -
It gets me thinking about things that I often don't. I don't care so much about the anonymity, but I do like that it seems to get people asking questions I don't often get asked.
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Uh... I don't quite know what to say about this one. First off, it's not a question. But since it came through here, I'm going to assume it merits some sort of response.
I am a great disliker of cats, so it wouldn't be a flattering thing if I named a cat after someone. You might know me enough to know I'd feel that way, and are enjoying the thinly veiled insult.
On the other hand, perhaps this question-asker (or more accurately, statement-maker) is a huge lover of cats and is disregarding my cat-hate to make the biggest compliment he or she can think of.
In that case, I hope your cat is a Siamese. I've always thought if I were going to like a cat, it'd be one of those. -
Yes. When I was 15 I stole some barrettes from an accessories store at a mall. They had creepy holographic eyes on them. I'm such a rebel.
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