Showing posts with label Question of the Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Question of the Day. Show all posts

Monday, 26 August 2013

Question of the Day

Where do I see myself in 5 years?

Honestly? I hope in 5 years I'll be on vacation on some tropical island. Sandy beaches. Fruity drinks with ridiculous trinkets hanging off the lip. Flip flops every day. The works. But to be even more honest, I know that I could only be on this perfect vacation because I've worked hard. I've worked 50 weeks a year to earn those 2 weeks of peace and quiet on this quaint little island.

I know nothing comes from nothing, and we live in a meritocracy. I hold onto the belief that we live in a meritocracy, at least. I know I'll have to work diligently, consistently, with perseverance. I'll lose patience sometimes, I'll hate it most times, but that doesn't change my motivation. 

I will toil, sow, struggle, and reap the rewards of that tropical vacation. 

Not a perfect answer. I know that. I should say I want to be a VP of some major company. But since we're still being honest, I'm not that type of person. I'm not a type-A personality, I don't feel comfortable in a position of too much power. I don't want to rule the world or become queen or be a pioneer in any major way. I want to be the person behind the scenes, making a difference in small ways that add up to a big finale. The one in the background that gets a little recognition, but never the flashing lights and fame. 

I'm quiet, I'm easy-going. I don't have the overwhelming ambition or drive to become a CEO. But I have ambition enough to work hard, advance myself slowly with good consistent works and a positive attitude. 

Well. Most days. No one can be happy and go-lucky every single day of their lives. But I can do my best. 

Friday, 11 January 2013

Question of the Day

Why is it when you get one male amongst multiple females, the douche factor multiplies exponentially?

It's almost as if the male knows he has the attention of females, therefore all the conversation shifts to topics he seems to be an expert at.

Food? Oh, let me tell you about all the cuisines I've tried and know about.
Music? Let me tell you about the industry... how it works and why it isn't as successful as it could be.
Business? Well let me you about my latest business model. You'll find it fascinating.

On and on.

Please, men. We can see through this. We pretend to be interested because we're polite. We're not idiots. We know things about food, music, and business too. We just noticed how you find yourself so interesting, that you've been talking non stop for the last half hour. If we could, we'd probably interject. But anytime we get a word in, you steer the conversation back toward yourself and your knowledge.

Give us a break. And the next time you're wondering why you don't have a girlfriend and you're in the friend zone? Think about your conversational skills.