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| Management Jargon . . . |
Management Jargon . . .
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: We have to put on our marketing hats.
TRANSLATION: We have to put ethics aside.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: That's very interesting.
TRANSLATION: I disagree.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: I don't disagree.
TRANSLATION: I disagree.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: I don't totally disagree with you.
TRANSLATION: You may be right, but I don't care.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: You have to show some flexibility.
TRANSLATION: You have to do it whether you want to or not.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: We have an opportunity.
TRANSLATION: You have a problem.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: You obviously put a lot of work into this.
TRANSLATION: This is awful.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: In a perfect world.
TRANSLATION: Just get it working and get it out the door.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: Help me to understand.
TRANSLATION: I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't think you
do either.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: You just don't understand our business.
TRANSLATION: We don't understand our business.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: You need to see the big picture.
TRANSLATION: My boss thinks it's a good idea.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: My mind is made up. I am adamant on the subject.
There is no room for discussion. But if you do want to discuss itfurther,
my door is always open.
TRANSLATION: &%^$ you.
MANAGEMENT SPEAK: I appreciate your contribution.
TRANSLATION: @#%* you . . . !
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| Posted by
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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| A Story Worth Reading . . . |
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A Story Worth Reading . . .
I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, "Class is over. I would like to share with all of you, a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important.
"Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day."
Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see, it could be a scent, perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground.
"Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the 'stuff' of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at anytime it can all be taken away."
The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester.
Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook.
Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot, or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do.
Remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away . . .
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Monday, November 28, 2005
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| I know that this love is real . . . |
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| Posted by
Asela
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Monday, November 28, 2005
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| If You Love Someone . . . |
If You Love Someone . . .
Here are times in life..
When the person you will love,
For the rest of your life.
Walks into your life.
Sometimes, just sometimes..
You hurt that person,
You push them away.
Not meaning to,
But you do.
Because you do this..
You lose that person,
They walk away.
At times..
You are afraid,
To go on, after this.
But what choice do you have..?
All you can do...
Is hope that one day,
If that person really was the one.
You will meet again.
And if, just by chance..
You get that second chance,
Remember the past.
Learn from your mistakes,
And never let them happen again.
And by doing this..
You will find out,
That a lifetime of happiness awaits.
If kisses were water, I'd give u a sea,
If hugs were leaves, I'd give u a tree,
If spaces were love, I'd give eternity,
And if u are true and sincere to me,
I'll keep all my love just for thee.
And every morning when you open your eyes,
Tell yourself that it is special.
Every day, every minute,
Every second is a gift from God.
You've got to dance like nobody's watching,
And love like it's never going to hurt.
People say true friends must always hold hands,
But true friends don't need to hold hands
Because they know the other
Hand will always be there . . .
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Thursday, November 24, 2005
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| The Beginning . . . |
The Beginning . . .
My love for you will never diminish,
I'm with you from start to finish.
You have bettered my life in ways you can't imagine,
without you, I wouldn't have anything.
You make me laugh, you make me smile,
being with you is all that's worthwhile.
Life for me was so hard to bear,
not anymore because you'll always be there.
I hope you will love me always,
and not let it slip away in a matter of days.
The beginning for me was the day I met you,
the start of life anew,
of having someone my whole life through.
Having someone to care,
at times when life is so hard to bear,
and having tales with whom to share.
Having someone to say "I LOVE YOU"
and mean it with all his heart,
that is what I have because I have you . . .
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
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| Five More Minutes . . . |
Five More Minutes . . .
All the Time in the World While at the park one day, a woman sat down next
to a man on a bench near a playground. "That's my son over there," she said,
pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.
"He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the
blue sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What do
you say we go, Todd?" Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please?
Just five more minutes." The man nodded and Todd continued to swing to his
heart's content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his
son. "Time to go now?" Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just
five more minutes." The man smiled and said, "O.K."
"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded. The man
smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last
year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with
Tommy and now I 'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've
vowed not to make the same mistake with Todd. He thinks he has five more
minutes to swing. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch him play . . .
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| Posted by
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005
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| Unrequited Love . . . |
Unrequited Love . . .
I am, in your absence, incomplete –
Each day too empty, each night too long,
Following shadows down an empty street
Thinking, each corner I turn will be the one
Where you’ll be waiting for me.
Alone in a crowd, I seem to see you just ahead,
But as I push my way to go where you seem to go,
I do not find you – someone else instead
Bears the form that made my heart lurch so
Sometimes I hear your voice across the street,
Or someone smiles the same way you smile,
And just for a moment, you are here with me
And I with you for just a little while.
Always the quest, the seeking and yearning,
Waking in the night, saying your name
Then restless slumber, the constant dreaming
Only to find in the light of morning –
After all – everything’s still the same . . .
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Monday, November 21, 2005
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