If I came with a warning label, people may not like me much.
My secrets and sins would be disclosed. And that’s not good.
If a warning label would be attached to every person, then everyone would know about their secrets and sins. And get mad, and get hurt, and get away.
No, I don’t want a warning label on me. And I don’t want to read warning labels on others.
They’re to do more damage than good to friendships or any other kind of relationship.
So I keep my secrets to myself.
I go about life being true to myself, being honest when I fell like, and sometimes false, pretending to be someone else.
And I’m ok with this. And people are ok with this too, because that’s what they do.
Her job was to create the schedule and plan for it.
She was struggling with the project management tools, and that was impacting the start date. The team got anxious, afraid her struggles would delay the project so much that the deadline wouldn’t be met.
When she finally figured the tools out and went over to share the plan with the team, she was surprised to see the project was finished already… Before even beginning!
She threw the plans away and celebrated their on-time delivery.
She couldn’t have asked for a better team!
This post was written in response to 100 Word Wednesday: Week 10, and inspired by the online courses I’ve been doing on project management… ;o)
Although I’m sure I’ll be a much better manager than the lady on my story.
When he was little, he decided he would live 100 years.
He had a happy, healthy, fulfilling life.
The day before his 100th birthday he lay in bed peacefully thinking: “One more day and I’ll be able to rest.”
The next day, after blowing up the candles, he closed his eyes and died.