If you’re feeling frisky, step away from that keyboard. That’s how I’d sum up the advice given by ePolicy expert Nancy Flynn
when I interviewed her recently about the dangers of texting while enamored. Why do so many otherwise intelligent people risk not only their careers but their marriages to dabble in office romance?
Mostly what I’m up to with the radio show and this blog are questions--not that you asked! I want to give you thought for food, to fill you up with inspiration for doing more of what works and less of what doesn’t.
I used to think of The Career Clinic
as an inspiration factory, but it’s really more of a question factory.
Here are a few questions that have been tickling my imagination lately…
Why does it delight me to be teased about the way I eat
? A man I’m fond of kept poking me with a box of cookies, trying to get me to take one but knowing I wouldn’t relent. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face for days. Is it because he reminds me what an accidental litmus test this diet is? If people are mean to you because you only eat healthy food, they’ve done you a favor--by showing you there’s no winning with them. Next!
Why did I not notice how very cold the floor in our basement bathroom is until Darrell pointed it out?
You know those ads that pop up on your screen, obscuring whatever you’re trying to read? I hate them. But I find it interesting, how patient I am when they pop up on The Onion
. It’s The Onion
. Forgiven! Where are the people who write headlines for that site? What was it about the way they were brought up that made them so hilarious as grownups? How would it feel to know you’re bringing that much joy to the world?
You’ve probably seen them, the panic-stricken faces on men on the eve of some holiday. They’re in line behind you at the florist or the jewelry store or even the convenience store. They know they’re expected to come through, yet again--and with what? What could possibly be the point
When the actor Larry Hagman died--you might remember him from Dallas
--I read that when he was doing I Dream of Jeannie
he started observing a silent day once a week. He wouldn’t speak to anyone for twenty-four hours. “I would go out and party on the weekend,” he told reporters. “I was at a rodeo with all the dust and horse s--- blowing around and I got a sore throat. My doctor told me not to talk for the rest of the weekend and I liked it so much, I did it for one day each week for the next twenty years.” What would happen if I tried that? Nothing bad, I bet! The more I talk for a living the less inclined I am to talk just to talk. It’s Darrell’s bouquet of roses, every day.
What about you? Any questions?
Darrell has one. Did you realize I phrased it “thought for food” intentionally? Maybe he doesn’t think I’ve earned that cred. Then again, you might remember I have it from two sources I’m the only person in the history of cartoon watchers to mispronounce Boo-Boo the Bear, friend to Yogi. I got it in my head his name was pronounced like the “bow” in (his) bow tie. “How?” a friend wondered. “How
?” Pause. “It isn’t like you heard someone else
pronounce it that way…”
But I have to ask Darrell every time. Is it bow-bow? Or boo-boo?
You can say that again!