One of the best things my mom taught me was a deep appreciation for a big event. Maybe it was her way of “socializing” a family raised in a remote area of Southern Indiana without cable television, I’m not sure.
Jeff Bezos is too busy making money to worry about whiners. My wife and I finished putting up our Christmas tree yesterday and sat down for a nice glass of wine and a football game.
The morning after election day is euphoric for half of the electorate, and misery for everyone else. While the victors celebrate a hard fought battle and the pleasure of knowing that they bet on the right horse, the losing side is left to wonder what went wrong.
The 2012 Credit Union Watercooler Symposium in Nashville, Tennessee left me thinking about the future of credit unions. That future will be defined by two parallel tracks: the future of consumer banking and the future of cooperative banking ideals, and the effectiveness with which the two are integrated.
My credit union has slowly started advertising their services. Now, I bank with an old school credit union, with old school ways…with everything that implies. To put that in perspective, I almost fainted when, a year ago, I found out that my credit union was starting to roll out some actual, usable, online services.
Google “Gen Y” and you’ll find any number of studies done and articles written about them. Who they are. What they want. Why we need them. They’re described as a pretty creative and intuitive bunch.
Have you ever been listening to the radio, just going about your business, and suddenly been startled by an alert from the Emergency Alert System? It’s loud and annoying, but it does the job: to get you to stop what you’re doing and pay attention.
That’s what Greg Smith said, and it’s national news now. Before you think this sort of flaming couldn’t happen with one of your former employees (or isn’t already happening in hushed whispers in your hallways), let me assure you that it could (and might already be).
It wasn't her fault, of course. The assertion that set me off was well-meaning on its face, and it wasn't even hers. She was checking her iPhone in the middle of Starbucks, trying to figure out why 25 new emails had assaulted her before the foam disappeared into her latte.