TGI . . .wait for it . . . Friday!
YEEEEAAAAAAAAH!
thanks BarneyHave you met Friday?

Networking with no one

"There's a fine line between being seen as a resource and being seen as a spam artist; don't send excessive or inappropriate email. Make sure that your contacts between meetings are relevant and pertinent to the business at hand."

So true. Excerpt from Beyond the Business Card. I have someone in my network who does this, but not once in awhile, but everyday something new. Sometimes more. This is what makes me not like you and not want to help you out. It is true, part of it is a numbers game, but be smart, play smart. Otherwise, I might just ban you from my network, and that would be bad.

"If you want the job, you have to look the part; if you want the promotion, you have to look promotable; if you want respect, you have to dress as well as or better than your industry standards require."

Susan Bixler
writer of The New Professional Image

I am having an affair.

I’m not even sure how it happened, it started about a month ago. You know, if I had time on the weekends, late night Sunday I would go out and pick out some fresh, ripe . . . apples. I’ve been cheating on my Fruit Stand guy. I used to get fruit from him every morning, peaches and nectarines in the summer, sometimes cherries. But every day that was going to be hot and humid, he would raise his prices. He's been good to me hand picking the best fruit, no bruises or dark spots. Smiling and saying have a good day. But it wasn’t enough. I wouldn't pay 30 more cents per peach. So I started visiting the local natural foods grocery store. They had all these varieties of apples and peaches and dried fruit as well. In my head and in my heart I decided I wouldn’t go back to the fruit stand guy. I was going to break it off. And I didn’t feel bad until one afternoon, I was crossing the street going home and passed his stand. I smiled and said hello raising my left hand in a small waving motion, totally forgetting I had my apple in that hand. And the worst part was that I'd already taken a few bites. He knew and he looked so sad. I wanted to tell him, "it wasn't another stand guy, it was a supermarket. I’m so sorry!" I didn’t know how to say it, so I just kept walking . . . I just kept walking.