“It’s Simple.” This Is Why I’m Not the CEO (Or Someone Thereabouts)

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Early in my short-lived career as an Executive Assistant (which is to say, about two weeks into a year), I was routinely flabbergasted by how clear my boss had everything in his head.

“Well, he’s the CEO,” my dad would say, “You think he got there by being confused all the time?”  Continue reading ““It’s Simple.” This Is Why I’m Not the CEO (Or Someone Thereabouts)”

Tuesday

A few nights ago a friend from home called to catch up. She’d just come back from a three week trip in Southeast Asia and was met with news of not one but two engagements of her closest friends. In a week she would travel again to Canada to cheer her husband on in his Ironman, and after that, enjoy the three weeks left of summer vacation, courtesy of her Master’s program, to which, summer plans all said and done, she was looking forward to returning.  Continue reading “Tuesday”

A Conversation With Hemingway*

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New York Office,  Edward Hopper    1965    Oil on Canvas 

A few weeks ago a coworker and I headed back to the office together after an offsite meeting.

His name was Hemingway*, after the writer he said, but his livelihood was in film. The short, thirty second variety – TV Commercials – TVCs or “spots,” as the industry has designated. He was an accomplished but not quite famous freelance director.  Continue reading “A Conversation With Hemingway*”