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Bookworm: Do machines run us?
Your email is down. Again. It’s been that way on and off for a month now, and it’s driving you to distraction — literally. You check it every five minutes, ever hopeful, and you’ve called IT so many times, they’re probably avoiding you. It’s up. It’s down.
Bookworm: Before your startup, read up
The thought pops into your head at least four times per weekday: I can do this. You can give good customer service; you do it every day. You’re good with numbers and people. You have more know-how than you know what to do with, and you can do this — on your own, for your own passion.
Bookworm: Better think twice
A client told you something today, but you’re not sure if you should believe it.
Bookworm: How to handle an epic fail
It’s a platitude everybody has heard before: Learn from your mistakes. Embrace them, we’re told, and grow from them.
Bookworm: Finishing, 15 minutes at a time
You’re hoping someone has a match. That’s because you need a fire lit under your tail. You’ve been putting things off, lollygagging, dragging your feet, even though you know you’ve got lots of work to do. You need a prod, a poke, a reason to get down to brass tacks.
Bookworm: When failure has an ‘up side’
You were at work, but nothing was working. You knew there were problems with that big project, but you moved forward anyhow. Made contingency plans. Asked experts. You became obsessed. But it didn’t work. and you failed. Does that make you a failure?
Bookworm: Creating your own success
That little problem you’ve got is going to take some serious thinking.
Bookworm: Inventing a new plan for yourself
The rumblings you hear from around the office are disturbing.
Bookworm: Living in harmony with co-workers
The lady in the next cubicle over is making you almost speechless.
Bookworm: Let’s hear it for the human element
Your next biggest competitor has established a real game-changer.
Bookworm: Educated women – a class apart?
Your mother worked for as long as you can remember. Whether inside the house or out, for money or motherhood, she worked — hard. She might not have had prestige. Maybe she was a cog in a wheel in a factory or in a corporation. Or she might have pulled 24-hour days without ever leaving home.
