Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Another week, another heavy thunderstorm, another evening spent foraging for vittles in the breakroom. You might call this a living manifestation of the grind, the rat race on loop, the hamster wheel turning with no end in sight, but you’d be wrong. Tonight was different, because I actually found food that wasn’t chocolate coins! It was a Caesar salad with chicken, in fact, and two fortune cookies. Was it the perfect dinner? No, of course not. Salads frighten me, frankly. You have to go to war with the army you’ve got, though, even if that army is hours-old poultry.

The days have been longer recently because I’ve been investing time in training a new team member. It’s an investment in the truest sense: an initial outlay of effort that promises, in just a few months, to pay off in spades. I’ve been approaching it with gusto for a few reasons. Selfishly, it’s an excellent opportunity to reflect on my own career–where I’ve been, where I’m going, how I’ll get there. More importantly, it’s a chance to put a few of my corporate theories into play.

Our time tonight is short, unfortunately, because lightning, of all things, threatens to undo our dialogue. The power already surged once, leading to an unwanted reboot, and I’ve been jamming the ol’ CTRL-S every few seconds since then. We’ll have to blog it up properly on Thursday, starting with candid look at sharing in the private sector. Yes, sharing. Turns out your kindergarten teacher may have been right all along.