This is a course description of a class I might take:
Leadership Behavior in the New World at Work
Leadership challenges fueled by this recession, business deals, job promotions, technology integration, marketing/branding campaigns, negotiating, strategic plans-even financial statements, are driven by the psychology of influence. We are all persuaded to behave, think, feel, listen, cheat, lie, eat, guess, take risks, buy or sell as a result of patterns of mental processes, habits, culture, tradition, stereotypes, biases-even superstition. This eye-opening workshop reveals current research and strategies to enhance your success in business relationships, as well as avoid being manipulated by tactics of persuasion that have been used for centuries. If you’re a leader in this recession in search of new approaches to growing sales, boosting morale or training sales & marketing teams, this program will prepare you for the new world at work-It will be your “Push To Reset” button to excel in the new world at work.
In this two-day program you’ll learn:
* The 7 elements in persuasion psychology and how to effectively persuade or avoid being manipulated by default and textbook arguments * Why we listen to, even believe and even buy from known liars * How to increase the odds of a positive outcome in decision-making, selling, negotiating, defusing a situation, and hiring the right person for a position * How to shape word(s) to create value, emotion, buy-in, shape decisions and influence decisions in a fear-based economy * Identify the key shifts in “vocabulary” to “e-cabulary-speak” in the ecommerce space * Effective ways to redesign simple, complex or boring data into powerful marketing tools to gain market share * The art of structuring questions for any given situation in business to reveal hidden agendas, secret desires and pressure points on the other party. * Multiple Intelligence Theory and how to design marketing/branding campaigns or communicate more accurately as a leader in a recession * How to use behavioral-based interviewing questions to reveal the best candidate for the job or use during employee evaluations * Proven ways to analyze an issue, event or process and formulate a strategic plan that will keep you on target * Case study writing skills to advance your position on any topic * Keys to writing for publication to raise Google hits to enhance your team’s professional reputation as a recognition expert in one’s field
Bolded emphasis is mine…does anyone else think this sounds like the weirdest fuckin’ class EVER?
In an effort to be environmentally better, I consolidated baggies and put my pretzel rods in the same bag as my two pieces of ciabatta bread (which I’ll eat with my leftover homemade Tuscan stew…mmm). I just took a bite of a pretzel and it was, in a word, nast-ay. It was like the bread sucked all the freshness out of the pretzels. I unknowingly put the pretzels in with their killer! The bread was like, you’re not gonna survive this bag, pretzels! Get used to it!
I haven’t posted much since the incident on Thursday. I’ve had a long few days to think about it and about my complete inability to act like a normal responsible adult. I felt sick all day and evening Friday, canceled my plans and fell asleep on the couch at 9pm. My therapist said I was punishing myself. Could be. I guess I felt I deserved it.
It’s not about the money wasted (although the money wasted is pretty bad), it’s about my systems. They don’t work. I try really hard to be a normal adult who is capable of remembering to do things like call people back, return emails, mail something when I say I will, pay my bills on time, complete something before the absolute last minute. And I’ll skate along for a while…doing well. Then I’ll skate along, and do a little worse, because I think I can. Then I hit a rock, then another rock, then a big fat speed bump, and before I know it, I’m flat on my face.
And I usually work my way out of the problems I get myself into. I almost always do. And that’s not to say that I think there are no consequences to things and that I can do whatever I want with little regard for rules or organization or common courtesy…I really really don’t. I don’t want to let anyone down. So when these things do happen, I feel awful…and I mean awful. Awful to the extent that I could not stop crying on Thursday and Friday. I couldn’t look at Jonny without feeling this horrible why the hell do you love me? feeling. I take it all very very truly to heart.
I have to figure out a way to function. I can’t keep letting myself and others down. I’m 31 years old. I want to be proud of myself. Right now, despite having had a very productive weekend after my evening of psychosomatic illness, I’m not so much. I feel better, definitely, than I did when I hit the ground on Thursday. But I’m no where near where I need to be.
It might be a long journey to that place. We’ll see.
I’m no longer driving to work, because I can’t seem to get my fucking shit straight with you people. I guess you’re too good at your jobs. And I’m too much of an idiot.
I got ticketed. And booted. And towed. AGAIN.
For real? Like, for real real?
It’s totally my fault, too. I forgot the date and forgot that my parking pass had expired yesterday. Thus…they nabbed me. At this point, it must be a thing to them. God…can’t they just spare me? Ever? Can’t someone at that office have some sort of compassion and say, goddamn, this girl must be SO stupid that I feel bad for her. I’m going to cut her a break. I mean…I guess I wouldn’t. I’d be like, what the fo, idiot Subaru driver? Why can’t you follow rules? Though I will say that the parking office is really unfair about the ticketing and the booting and the towing all in one day situation. I mean…give me a fucking chance to get out there and assess the situation before you tow my damn car away.
This is just the cherry on top of my goddamn sundae today. It really is.
Everyone seems too busy lately. I guess I’m too busy too.
I’m having a hard time today. I don’t quite know why. Nothing is bad, really. I guess it’s just that nothing is where I’d like it to be. And it all comes down to me and I know that. I could combat the monotonous nature of 9-5 life by doing something for myself in the evenings, but I just…I don’t have the energy or the will. And that’s freaking sad. It is.
I’m frustrated, big time. With myself and with the realizations that come with getting older. Your dreams are different. They have to be. I never had the personality to extend past that notion and make my original dreams come true. I just didn’t. Still don’t. I never had the persistence or the drive or the know-how. And so now, my dreams have changed. They’re not really even dreams anymore. They’re just, things I’d hope to have one day. Things I’d settle to have one day. Things I don’t know if I really want.
The funny thing is…I feel like everyone feels this way, and they want more people to feel it, too. I feel encouraged to be realistic (i.e. go down the safe path) much more than I ever felt encouraged to follow my passion. I don’t run with a crowd of people who push outside the boundaries. I have grown well within them.
I’ve definitely expressed all this before. I’m sorry to rehash old topics. I just am feeling it today. And feeling a little stifled in my own world. In my professional life. In my home life. In my family and friends life. I need to be let out for a little while.
Yesterday was the year anniversary of my grandfather’s death. He was my last living grandparent. Gamper was a brilliant man who spent almost a decade wasting away in a nursing home. I’m thankful (as is my mom) that I was here in Chicago for the last three years of his life, and was able to visit him and check up on him often. He got to know Jonny a little bit. He got to meet my nephew, his great-grandson, when he and my sister visited from New York. He got to see me as a married woman, wearing his wife’s, my grandmother’s, wedding band. He was a wonderful, kind soul and I miss him every day.
I’m not much for religion…I don’t really enjoy going to temple all that much…but I do enjoy, at the end of each service, reciting the Mourner’s Kaddish. Regardless of whether you’re actually mourning the loss of someone or not, it’s a lovely prayer for peace and love.
Today, though, I’ll recite it for myself, in remembrance…
“A 38-year-old woman in Ithaca, N.Y., said she was raped last year and then penalized by insurers because in giving her medical history she mentioned an assault she suffered in college 17 years earlier. The woman, Kimberly Fallon, told a nurse about the previous attack and months later, her doctor’s office sent her a bill for treatment. She said she was informed by a nurse and, later, the hospital’s billing department that her health insurance company, Blue Cross Blue Shield, not only had declined payment for the rape exam, but also would not pay for therapy or medication for trauma because she “had been raped before.”—
Same thing happened to my coworker while she was walking home. I’ve stopped carrying my phone out and about unless I’m actually on it. Though that probably wouldn’t even stop these fuckers. Arrrg. Which metra station? I wonder if it’s near my coworker’s…
We schedule recordings, rehearsals and recitals for students here. For the first two, there are just booking hours for students to come in and reserve time. For the latter, we have official paperwork for them to fill out and for their professors to sign. It’s not complicated. I don’t even think it’s out of line. There has to be some order, some official nature to the process, right?
The students don’t always agree.
Some jerk walked into the office to book a recital with coworker E and when she asked for his paperwork, he said he didn’t have it, so E told him to come back when he had his paperwork. He then said (I shit you not)…oh, it’s a recording then. I swear I think E wanted to be like, um, do you really think I’m that stupid? Maintaining her professional composure, she said, um, nooo, you just said it was a recital. I can show you where the paperwork is. To which he replies, I have the paperwork, I just didn’t fill it out. Can’t you just put me in the schedule? E says, no…I need the paperwork. Those are the rules.
The kid doesn’t even say anything. He just turns and walks out, slamming the door on his way.
Yeah, kid. That’s going to get you places in the real world. Get a fucking clue.