Quick notes to help you get more done in less time. . . next week.
In this issue:
- Techniques for FIT
- Being Human
- Random Stuff
Techniques for FIT
- Don't generalize from a specific. One bad night doesn't equate to a lifetime of boorish behavior.
- Missing deadlines is rarely fatal. Communicate up front and do the best you can. The sun comes out tomorrow.
- Every day my dog chases a squirrel around the yard. Never catches him but seems pleased with the effort. There's a lesson in there.
- When managing relationships focus on the behavior you see, not how you feel about the person.
Being Human - Advantages have a half-life
The runaway success of the Pokemon Go phenomenon reminds me of competition and the half-life of advantages.
Your advantage is going to be short lived, so make the best of it but plan for future obsolescence.
You can either protect your lead or look for the next advantage.
All advantages come to an end, so use your good fortune to get on to the next stage
Random Stuff
Was it something I said?
The last thing anyone needs is another new parent, cross-fit participant, recent vacationer, or dog owner story, but I can't get this out of my head.
I am doing some yard work and Wilson the border collie is with me. Off leash and sweetly taking note of everything I do. The neighbor walks by, holding her little puff dog, so I grab Wilson's collar and wave hello. She's chatty and asks if her puff dog can meet mine. I reluctantly say yes because Wilson takes a little time to warm up to people, but he loves women and enjoys canine companions.
They sniff, do that little play thing and I relax into conversation with the nice woman. Her daughter lives down the street, the puff dog likes being carried more than walked, isn't the weather perfect, and then we're interrupted by Wilson in full growl.
Both of us turn to see puffy in Wilson't mouth as he's giving her the death-shake.
"No Wilson! Leave it!" I say and he drops puffy, backing off. Haunches up and on edge.
"I am so sorry," I say, trying to smooth things over as she picks up a now panicked puffy dog and starts back up the street.
"It's okay," she says, "sometimes that just happens." She seems less shaken than I am and walks away assuring me that everything is all right.
I look at Wilson and he's trying to get some of puffy's fur out of his teeth, but it's stuck like peanut butter to the roof of his mouth. It's kind of cute and I'm alternately horrified and laughing inside. So I help him.
"You two were getting along so well. . . dude, what exactly did she say to you?"
