• India Always Wins

    April 11, 2014
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    I had dinner with a former colleague that I worked with from Room to Read. We met each other, hugged, and commiserated that it had been a hard work week for each of us, for different reasons. He said that he had just gotten off a call with his team in India. We looked at each other, and at the same time, said, “India always wins.” We laughed for a moment, then debated who coined that phrase. He thought he did; I thought I did. Nevertheless, we each had our experience where India, no matter the circumstances, always won. Always.

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  • Fighting the Power, One Frozen Yogurt at a Time

    April 10, 2014
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    One summer while still in college, I worked at a frozen yogurt shop. At the end of the night, we emptied the yogurt machines and were allowed to take home any frozen yogurt that was left over from the day. My roommate loved that we had large Styrofoam cups of various flavors of frozen yogurt in the freezer at all times. Even though I served it all day long, I kind of loved it too.

    It was a small yogurt shop owned by a local Chapel Hill resident. There were only three or four of us that worked in the shop, and usually only one or two people at a time. In addition to emptying the yogurt machines at the end of the night, there was also the usual cleaning: putting away the candy toppings, wiping down counters, putting chairs on tables, and mopping the floors. The clean up process usually took about half an hour to forty-five minutes, at which time we put a cassette tape on (it was a long time ago) and listened to music.

    One evening while we were cleaning up, we were playing music (I believe it was Duran Duran, or perhaps The Rolling Stones) and the owner came in. He walked through the door, stopped for a moment, stormed to the back room, and turned off the music, shouting, “Who is playing this devil music? If there is music to be played in here, it will be God-fearing Christian music, do you understand?”

    I thought about this for a moment. To me, this seemed a little fanatical. Not only the declaration that only God-fearing Christian music should be played, but the anger with which he proclaimed it. I stood, in my shorts and apron, leaning against my mop handle, contemplating what had just happened. He snapped at me, “Get to work!”

    I blinked, brought back to reality from my thoughts, and slowly returned the mop to the utility closet and took off my apron. He watched me. I folded my apron and put it on the counter. “Thank you, but I don’t think this is where I want to work anymore.” That was my small step towards fighting the power and taking a stand against the man.

    For the rest of the summer, my Jewish roommate and I lazed by the pool, enjoying the stockpile of frozen yogurt from our freezer.

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  • Sink or Swim

    April 9, 2014
    Tales of San Francisco

    “When was the last time you had a swim lesson?” he asked. I started laughing. “Probably when I was 7 or 8? A pretty long time ago…”

    I know how to swim, and thoroughly enjoy it. I swim like I run, slowly. Being in the water puts me completely at ease and I leave the pool tired, but so relaxed and so genuinely happy. I’ve signed up to do a triathlon in June in North Carolina with a good friend. As I’ve started swimming more often, I’ve felt as though I could be better at it. Hence the swimming lesson.

    An aside, swim instructors are the nicest people on earth. At least the two that I’ve taken lessons from. So patient, and incredibly friendly. The world needs more swim instructors.

    The first part of the lesson involved me swimming and him observing. After a couple of laps, he told me, “Your form looks good. There are a few minor things we can work on, but overall you’re doing fine.” Part of me was disappointed. I kind of wanted to hear, “You’re doing it all wrong. Let me show you how to swim!” And then I would learn the magic secrets of swimminghood and turn into a dolphin. That didn’t happen.

    First we worked on my kick. I was kicking from my knees, instead of from my hips, and keeping my feet too far below the water. I practiced on the side of the pool (as I had when I was 7), and felt the difference. I swam a few laps, focusing on staying more horizontal, and not letting my feet dip too far beneath the water. Whoa! I felt more of a burn in my legs, and I was moving much more quickly through the water. Score!

    Next we worked on breathing. He said I was lifting my head too far out of the water when I was breathing, breaking that horizontal plane I wanted to maintain. He suggested keeping one goggle eye in the water and only lifting half of my head out to breathe. This resulted in many full mouthfuls of water and uncontrollable sputtering. After a few laps, he suggested we move on to my stroke. I agreed that would be a good thing.

    He showed me how to hold my hands (like Michael Phelps, nonetheless), and use the most force in the first quarter of the stroke. I practiced this standing still, and felt like I had the hang of it, though I felt a little like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. I swam a few laps, and realized I was trying to focus on too many things – kick from the hips, horizontal plane, head in the water, don’t guzzle water when breathing, hold hands perpendicular, strong stroke at first – and I ended up flailing. Or simply rolling over on my back, mid-lap, and just floating.

    After the lesson, I stayed at the pool to practice on my own. I tackled one aspect at a time. Incremental progress is hard. I was exhausted when I left the pool. I haven’t mastered the tips we covered tonight, but at least I didn’t sink.

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  • It’s Not So Simple…

    April 8, 2014
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    We launched an employee engagement survey at work today, our first one ever, and a project that I am really excited about. What better way to learn about what is important to our employees other than to survey them confidentially? To collect hard data to learn what projects we should prioritize? To prioritize those things that will have the biggest impact? Over the past couple of weeks I’ve worked directly with the wonderful people at Culture Amp who have been so patient with me. I’ve asked endless questions about how to set up the survey, how to enter demographics, how to analyze the data. Which culminated in today’s launch.

    I had some conversations with employees, mostly revolving around whether the data could be tracked back to them individually. I assured them that no, the data was confidential, and wouldn’t be reported for any demographic that had fewer than five data points. I encouraged people to be candid and honest. That the only way we could improve was to know what was working, and what wasn’t. Be honest!

    In the quiet of my home this evening, I clicked on my own survey link to submit my thoughts about working at Automattic. I answered the first few questions, then came to a statement that I didn’t agree with. That I had critical feedback for.

    And what happened next surprised me.

    I paused before answering. Should I be completely honest? Or should I go for a more neutral answer? It’s kind of my job to make Automattic a great place to work. What did that mean if there were things that *I* wasn’t happy with? What if somehow the leaders in the company figured out what my answers were? Would that reflect poorly on me?

    Let’s dissect this. I set up the survey. I *know* that answers can’t be tracked back to an individual. I’ve told this to multiple other people. And yet, there was a nagging fear that something bad would happen if I gave critical feedback (this is probably fodder for at least a few sessions with a psychiatrist). After the voices in my head debated for a while, I eventually gave honest feedback, and felt confident about my decision. But that moment of pause gave me a much greater appreciation of what we’re asking our employees to do.

     

     

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  • Creative Routines

    April 7, 2014
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    I came across this today, detailing the daily rituals of creative people. It’s fascinating to click on the poster and zoom in on one of the sixteen creative people highlighted to examine their routine.

    It made me think about my own routine, how I work best, and how I tend to work (they’re not always the same). I work best when I get a good eight-ish hours of sleep, exercise first thing in the morning (yoga, a slow run, or a swim are my favorites), then dive into work from my home office. I like to have long chunks of time to work, even if I might jump between multiple projects during that time. I’ll usually work until mid-day, then take a  break for lunch or to walk to another work spot. I’ll work for several more hours, break for dinner or to meet friends, then do another hour or two after returning home. Those last hours tend to be my most productive. Maybe it’s because things are quiet (not many people are pinging me at 10 or 11 pm), or maybe it’s because I feel more energized. I typically don’t want to go to bed before midnight. And then I read. That’s my favorite way to end the day, to be transported to another world through a story.

    I know this is how I best work, yet it doesn’t always happen. Some mornings I wake up with so many things racing through my mind that I jump on the computer immediately, telling myself that I’ll just do “one more thing” before heading to the gym. And then one more thing turns into another and it’s lunch.

    I read somewhere that the best way to be effective is to create a routine in order to reduce the number of decisions you had to make. I’m probably botching the theory here, but it reasoned that you have more energy to focus on work/creativity if you aren’t expending energy deciding what time to wake up, what to eat for breakfast, whether to exercise in the morning or not, etc. I’m going to give it a try. See what decisions I can predetermine, to allow more creativity to flow.

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  • Aloha from Hawaii

    April 6, 2014
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    I love getting (and sending) mail. Postcards are my favorite. Every time I travel (particularly overseas) I have a list of friends I send postcards to. I opened my mailbox and found this beauty in return – tropical, glittery, and just makes me want to head to the islands. Aloha!

    Hawaiian greetings
    Hawaiian greetings
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  • From Amsterdam to BART

    April 5, 2014
    Tales of San Francisco

    The BART doors opened, and as I started to enter, I noticed three very tall, stunning, unusually dressed ladies with musical instruments. I edged as close as I could towards them. I was curious 1 – if they were drag queens and 2 – what they were doing. One played the guitar, one the xylophone (such an underrated instrument!) and the third a violin. As the train pulled away from the station, they started playing a folk version of a song that sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite recognize. One man was filming them, another was sound recording them. I watched, intrigued.

    At the next station, they stopped playing long enough to hold on to the bar so that they wouldn’t topple over. A man entered the train with a newspaper bundle full of fresh flowers. He walked up to them (was this staged or real life?), asked them where they were from (Amsterdam), and said beautiful ladies from Amsterdam should always be offered flowers. They laughed and he continued on. As the train started again, they played another song.

    The next stop was mine, and it was honestly one of the few times that I was sad that my ride was over.

    Musicians on BART

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  • April 4, 2014
    Tales of San Francisco

    Today I received an email from a former colleague that reminded me of one of the best pranks that I ever fell for. Even though I was the victim of this prank, it was so cleverly executed that I still think fondly of the instigators.

    When I worked for Room to Read, we had an annual retreat for the headquarters employees. It was usually two days, somewhere in the Bay Area. We usually had a speaker or two, team building activities, and wine/alcohol with dinner and after.

    We had two Asian men that joined close to the same time, Eric and Paul. They were close in age, both worked in Finance, and both Asian, but the similarities stopped there. For some reason, though, many employees in the organization confused the two of them.

    At one of our annual retreats, a group that was going to the beach to go skinny dipping picked up my camera (not realizing whose it was) and took it with them for the evening (did I mention that I was the HR Director for the company?). The next day, I was flipping through pictures, and was very surprised at what I saw.

    I sent an email to group in the photos, which included Paul, with the photos attached, and said I hoped they enjoyed their excursion to the beach, and let them know that I was deleting the photos from my camera. Paul immediately wrote me back and asked me why I had sent him naked photos of Eric. Absolutely mortified that I had confused the two employees, and potentially had sent naked pictures of one to the other, I scrolled through the pictures.

    As I realized that no, the pictures were indeed of Paul (not Eric), Paul sent a simple email, “Got ‘cha!”

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  • I Do Not Like Green Eggs and Ham

    April 3, 2014
    Food

    There are only a few foods that I don’t eat: bell peppers (they make me throw up), cream cheese (it tastes bitter to me), sour cream (yuk), and mayonnaise (double yuk). I haven’t liked these foods since I was a small child. Every so often, though, I’ll give them a try, to see if maybe my taste buds have changed and I suddenly like them.

    Tonight was the opening night of the San Francisco Food and Farm Film Fest, where you watch fabulous movies and eat great food. Match made in heaven, right? It’s running for a few more days, so if you’re in San Francisco, check it out.

    Tonight’s program included eight shorts (plus one bonus) accompanied by a fabulous spinach and orzo salad. And a thick slice of homemade toast from Josey Baker Bread, slathered with… cream cheese. But it wasn’t any cream cheese. It was Sriracha cream cheese. A thing I love mixed with a thing I don’t love. Which love/not love would win out?

    As I sat with my piece of toast, I pondered my options. The Sriracha cream cheese was evenly spread in a thin layer to every corner of the perfectly square slice. Had it been thicker, I probably could have scraped most of it off. Given it was so thinly spread, that wasn’t really an option. The slice of toast was thick enough that I could probably could just eat from the bottom. It would be messy, but I could make it happen. Or, I could just eat the slice of homemade toast, cream cheese and all. After a few minutes of staring at the slice, I decided on the third option.

    I broke a small piece off of the corner. I popped it into my mouth and chewed, immediately tasting the freshness of the bread, perfectly toasted. Crunchy on the outside, but still soft inside. And then, the flavor of the Sriracha cream cheese. The hot spiciness cut the bitter flavor that I so often taste. I had another bite. And another. And another. Soon, my plate was empty.

    I suddenly felt like narrator in Green Eggs and Ham. “I do so like cream cheese – BAM! Thank you, thank you, Sam-I-Am.”

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  • Eight Things I’m Thankful for

    April 2, 2014
    Travel

    I’m in Napa for work for a few days. Here are a few things that I’m very grateful for:

    1. Small packages left on my pillow. (and delicious salted chocolates inside said package)

      Small package of delicious treats
      Small package of delicious treats
    2. Thunderstorms and rain that make the rolling hills of Napa so beautifully green.
    3. Falling asleep by firelight. (although, I am somewhat paranoid the cottage will burn down. only somewhat, though)

      Falling asleep by firelight
      Falling asleep by firelight
    4. Dinner with fabulous co-workers that I don’t see nearly as often as I’d like to.
    5. Blue skies and fluffy clouds.

      Blue skies and fluffy clouds
      Blue skies and fluffy clouds
    6. Outdoor showers.
    7. Learning about learning.

      Nikolay teaching about learning
      Nikolay teaching about learning
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