Bev's Blog

Wed, Apr 2, 2014 8:13 am

As I waited in a post office line, I watched the clerk. She looked to be so deep into the doldrums that she could barely hear her customers. It seemed that, when she finally took in a request, she'd move in slow motion, lethargically searching through stacks of paper with her eyes half closed and her mouth half open.

As the minutes ticked on, I became annoyed. Then I thought, "Oh, I'd hate to have her job."  So I was feeling more empathetic when it was finally my turn. By then, nobody was behind me in line, so I engaged her in conversation.

Mon, Mar 24, 2014 6:26 am
I love sitting in a train compartment, sipping a glass of wine and glancing at the scenery as we read or chat. So a while back I felt mellow, as my husband and I rode the Amtrak Capitol Limited from Washington to Chicago.
 
We sat reading in bed as the train traveled through Pennsylvania. Along the way, I was reminded that the Keystone State was the adopted home of one of our most intriguing Founding Fathers, Benjamin Franklin.
 
Thu, Mar 13, 2014 8:05 am

It’s not just that you’re getting too much email. A bigger deal is the way it can ruin your mood, contribute to a toxic environment and change the structure of your work life.

From so many coaching clients, I hear growing frustration about how other people’s poor email etiquette can drain your energy. Would your days be better without email abuses like these?

Mon, Feb 24, 2014 8:11 am
What's your brand at work? And why does it matter?
 
There's you, the essential person you are. 
 
Obviously related, but not quite the same, is you — the professional who shows up on the job and makes a contribution.
 
And then there's your professional brand.
 
Mon, Feb 17, 2014 9:40 am

One time successful professionals turn to executive coaching is when they feel overwhelmed by a relentless barrage of “to-do” items. For example, a client I’ll call “Jane” had just received a bonus and been recommended for promotion. But despite a flow of kudos from her bosses, she felt like she was barely holding things together.

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