Friday, September 08, 2006

Mocking Bush: Our Patriotic Duty

By Bill Maher

Sept. 8, 2006 New rule: Bad presidents happen to good people. Amid all the
9/11 anniversary talk about what will keep us safe, let me suggest that in a
world turned hostile to America, the smartest message we can send to those
beyond our shores is, "We're not with stupid." Therefore, I contend -- with
all seriousness -- that ridiculing this president is now the most patriotic
thing you can do. Let our allies and our enemies alike know that there's a
whole swath of Americans desperate to distance themselves from Bush's
foreign policies. And that's just Republicans running for reelection.

Now, of course, you're gonna say, "But Bill, ridiculing Bush is like
shooting fish in a barrel," or, as Dick Cheney calls it, "hunting." Maybe,
but right now it's important, because America is an easily misunderstood
country these days -- a lot of the time it's hard to make out what we're
saying over the bombs we're dropping.

But we are not all people who think putting a boot in your ass is the way to
solve problems, because even allowing that my foot lodged in your ass would
feel good, which I don't -- what then? OK, my boot is in your ass, but I
can't get it out, so I'm not happy, and it's in you, so you're not happy --
there's no exit strategy.

Anyone who opposes the indefinite occupation of Iraq shouldn't be labeled an
al-Qaida supporter. That's like saying that if I tell my exterminator that
there are more efficient ways to rid the house of vermin than hitting them
with a hammer, I'm "for the rats."

Questioning whether it still makes sense to keep troops under fire is
supporting the troops. Asking for a plan supports the troops; asking when
they'll be leaving supports the troops. Sitting around parsing the
definition of "civil war" doesn't support the troops, it supports the
president, and he's not a soldier, he just plays one on TV.

So yes, for the sake of homeland security, I ridicule the president -- but
it gives me no pleasure to paint him as a dolt, a rube, a yokel on the world
stage, a submental, three bricks shy of a load, a Gilligan unable to find
his own ass with two hands. Or, as Sean Hannity calls it, "Reaganesque."

No, it pains me to say these things, because I know deep down George Bush
has something extra -- a chromosome. Cruel? Perhaps, but it may just have
saved lives. By doing the extra chromosome joke, I sent a message to a young
Muslim man somewhere in the world who's on a slow burn about this country,
and perhaps got him to think, "Maybe the people of America aren't so bad.
Maybe it's just the rodeo clown who leads them. Maybe the people 'get it.'"
We do, Achmed, we do!

And that's why making fun of the president keeps this country safe. The
proof? I've been doing it nonstop for years, and there hasn't been another
attack. Maybe the reason they haven't attacked us again is they figured
we're already suffering enough.

If I could explain one thing about George W. Bush to the rest of the world
it's this: We don't know what the hell he's saying either! Trust me,
foreigners, there's nothing lost in translation, it's just as incoherent in
the original English. Yes, we voted for him -- twice -- but that's because
we're stupid, not because we're bad. Bush is just one of those things that
are really popular for a few years and then almost overnight become
completely embarrassing. You know, like leg warmers, or Hootie and the
Blowfish, or white people going, "Oh no you di-int."

So while honoring the anniversary of September 2001, we must also never
forget September 2000. That's the month when Gov. George W. Bush said, "I
know that human beings and fish can coexist peacefully." If you don't
believe me, you can look it up on both internets. The world changed on 9/11.
He didn't. That's why we owe it to ourselves, and our children, to never
stop pointing out that George W. Bush is a gruesome boob.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

I'm Pregnant!

This is a LONG post because I haven’t posted in a while and feel the need to catch up. =-)

6/18/06, Fathers’ Day. My husband, D, and I spent the whole day with my 3-year-old niece, soon-to-be-6-year-old nephew, and their father. We went out for brunch, to the pool for 3 hours, and then an early dinner. We’re driving home and D says “I’ve finally figured out why I’ve been in a funk all day.” (Mind you, I didn’t realize he was in a blue mood.) His exact words were: I don’t have a fucking father and I’m not a fucking father.” How could I respond to that: “Uhm, you have a father-in-law”? Nope, I didn’t say a word.

Once home, I went upstairs to shower and something told me to take a pregnancy test. Lo and behold, I found out I am pregnant!!!! =-) So, after going off the pill on 2/05, taking pre-natal vitamins since 9/05, and officially "trying" since 12/05, I am pregnant at the tender age of 37. Our child-to-be was conceived in Greece.

7/10 – According to the scale, I haven't gained any weight but my body is already starting to bug out. My boobies are hard and you can see blue veins and my tummy is protruding. Oh lord. Maybe that's TMI but, seriously, I barely recognize it and it's only 7 weeks! After 37 years of being the Energizer Bunny and being 100% OK with 6 hours of sleep a night, I can now barely keep my eyes open during the day. I need to nap every day and I'm out by 11:30. Ugh, I hear it gets better.

7/12 – I am 7 weeks pregnant but my doctor says my uterus feels about 10 or 11 weeks pregnant. The first words out of her mouth were “Are there twins in your family?” D and I looked at each other and started laughing because he has 16 sets of twins in his family (including his brothers)! Oy vey. But, before we get excited it could also be my fibroid. The last time the doctor checked (a few months ago) it was 4 centimeters (about the size of a plum) and it had shrunk from the previous year. I’m having my first ultrasound next Wednesday afternoon to confirm. She’s going to monitor the fibroid but she assured me that it wouldn’t harm the pregnancy or me.

7/18 - I went to the dentist this afternoon because of pain in a tooth where the old filling had fallen out. Turns out that I needed a root canal!!!!!! I called my ob/gyn from my cell and handed the phone to my dentist to make sure the Novocain, antibiotics, process, etc. was OK with her. The infection in my tooth was so bad that I would have lost the tooth in about a month and the repercussions would have been much worse. I walked in for a re-filling and walked out with a freakin’ root canal! Unreal. I feel so, so guilty about the antibiotics even though it’s totally safe for the baby. Besides, it would have been incredibly worse if I had waited.

7/19 - We went to have our ultrasound today and they botched my appointment. They had me in their system (it was another location of a facility I've been to) but not for an appointment. They would've taken me except all the technicians went home. AAARGH! I was disappointed but didn't talk too much because I didn't want to cry. It's silly I know. I mean, it's not like she gave me BAD news, ya know? Well, we're going to my regular imaging location tomorrow morning to see if they can squeeze us in.

7/20 – We had our first ultrasound today and it’s one tiny little human being. The technician said s/he is now the size of a gummi bear. (That cracked me up.) It was incredible seeing its tiny little heart beating and to actually hear it . . . well, it was just amazing. It sounded like whale mating and it hit me – holy SHIT I’m going to be a MOOOOOTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEERRRRRR!!

7/31 – My child-to-be is kicking my ass!

Thursday, I went to pee in the morning and was spotting. I called my ob and they scheduled me to come in for an emergency visit at 1:45. I kept it together while on the phone with the nurse but broke down big time in D’s office. (My husband and I work together.) D tried to calm me down (telling me this is normal, don’t worry, etc.), got up from his seat and gave me a hug, but HE had red eyes and a puffy nose. Anyway, I tried to put it out of my head as I went ahead with my day.

D cut his day in half and took me to the doctor. Like an ass, I told him that I would drive myself there and call him when I was done. Seriously, I need to get over this independent bullsh*t, at least while I’m pregnant! =-/

They did a pelvic exam, urine analysis, and vaginal ultrasound and everything is fine THANK GODDESS. The baby is growing well (s/he is now the size of a full, unshelled peanut) and my fibroid is getting bigger but is still not near the baby or harming the pregnancy in any way. WHEW. We saw its little arm move!!!! =-) D cracked us up by commenting to the technician “Gee, it sure has an unusually large head.” That night, we had our first birthing class that evening. That was pretty cool meeting other expectant couples.

Then, I wake up Friday morning with horrific bed spins. It was AWFUL. Kind of like being extremely drunk on a rapidly moving boat. Yuck, yuck, yuck. I woke up at 7:00 a.m. terrified and went to the bathroom. After 5 minutes everything stopped spinning but I couldn’t walk, sit, lie down, kneel, crouch, nothing without a tremendous amount of dizziness. I called my ob at 9:00 and they were adamant that I cannot drive and have to get myself to my GP or the ER. At 10:00, I force myself to take a shower. I had to hold on to the wall every time I looked up (e.g., to get the shampoo) or close my eyes. Looking for a blouse in my bureau, I almost fell into the drawer.

Once again, D drops what he’s doing and takes me to the doctor where I was diagnosed with vertigo and was told that it will be “a tough weekend” for me. Lovely. They gave me a prescription but I told them I didn’t want to take anymore drugs, I didn’t care if it IS a “class B” drug. Oh, and I yacked for the first time when I got back. Thoroughly disgusting and quite painful. That night, I was forced to sleep on my sides (which I don’t like) and every time I switched sides, I had to battle with the ceiling going berserk and the ceiling fan threatening to swallow me whole.

Soooooooooooooooooooooo, I spent the weekend stuck at home, considerably dizzy and fighting major nausea. I had to walk real slow (like from the couch to the bathroom or from the couch to the table to have lunch) and do everything extremely slowly (like shifting my eye focus from D on my left and the TV on my right). Not my most attractive moments but it’ll be worth it to give birth to a healthy child.

D has been superb. He made me cry on Saturday by saying that he loves me for all the suffering I’m going through for our booger and, that since I am carrying our booger, he will carry me. Then again, he also made me cry when he said “maybe our child will actually like Christmas” - referring to the fact that I’ve always hated the holiday . . . THAT’S a long, sad story by itself.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Essay for Business School

Below is one of the essays I submitted for one of the country's top business schools. The question is "What matters most to you, and why?". You may recognize bits and pieces from previous posts. It's in Her hands now . . .


I knew how to answer this question immediately. But, it never occurred to me that my topic would be an appropriate one for a business school essay. Sadly, I still had this residual preconception about what “b-schools” were like so I agonized over this question for weeks. Meditation and lots of personal reflection repeatedly brought me back to my answer. Even so, I fought writing about my topic because I assumed it simply would not be appropriate for an MBA candidate. Then it occurred to me: I answered this question a few years ago when I read The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People. I thought to myself, “An MBA wrote that book and it focuses on creating high levels of trust and developing strong interdependent relationships. Surely, then, it must be OK to reveal my ‘soft’ side to ____.” Upon further investigation, it became obvious that _____is exactly the type of school that would appreciate hearing about what truly matters most to me: my marriage.

Before I continue, I’d like to clarify one important thing: the way I feel about my marriage and husband does NOT come from an I’m-nothing-without-a-man place. My feelings stem from the facts that I:

* Spent years in therapy as an adult working through the trauma, pain, and anxiety of my awful childhood.

* Spend considerable time, energy, and resources developing emotionally, spiritually, and professionally.

* Turned down two marriage proposals because I knew intuitively they were from the wrong men.

* Was one month shy of my 34th birthday when I walked down the aisle on _____ 2003.

A brief overview of my life is in order. My three younger brothers and I were raised in a two-bedroom apartment in a Brooklyn neighborhood ravaged by substance abuse, low literacy, and the generational cycles of domestic violence, poverty, and welfare dependency. Most of our neighbors were single women who had several children by the time they were 20. We were one of two families on the block where the siblings were all from the same set of parents and the couple was still together. College was perceived to be uppity at best and simply unimaginable at worst.

My father emotionally, financially, sexually, and physically abused my mother and emotionally and physically abused his children. He worked odd jobs to supplement our monthly welfare check, ate dinner holed up in his bedroom with my mother, and was a raging alcoholic. My brothers and I liked when he drank, though, because he became relaxed and giggly. My mother did the best she could with the limited internal and external resources she had.

I subconsciously escaped my dismal surroundings by reading voraciously. As a child, I never wanted to put my books down. I read walking to the bathroom and eating. If I didn’t have a book, I read milk cartons and cereal boxes. Judy Blume’s books were constant companions and I all but worshipped my well-worn library card. When Reading is Fundamental (RIF) came to our neighborhood, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. RIF, a children’s literacy organization, encouraged children to read by giving them books. Basically, RIF “paid” me to do what I absolutely loved to do. I dare say reading and learning quite literally saved my life.

Church was a frequent hiding place; I attended as many as five services a week. Although I never “felt the spirit”, spoke in tongues, and simply could not “accept Jesus Christ as my personal savior”, I preferred going to church than staying home. Hey, the songs were cool, I got to play the guitar, and I liked reading the Song of Solomon (the “sexy” chapter of the bible)!

Climbing my way out of the ghetto was paramount and I intuitively (because I did not have a single role model) knew the only way out was to get an education. And so, I went on an unheard-of journey (well, unheard of to both sides of my family and our neighbors, anyway): moving out of the block I was raised on, getting my own apartment in Manhattan (geographically, Manhattan is only seven miles away from my old neighborhood but, emotionally, it might as well be another country), going to college, getting a graduate degree, embarking on a career that has proven to be spiritually and financially rewarding, seeking the help of a therapist because I was determined not to repeat my parents’ mistakes, having an actual wedding, becoming a home-owner, carefully planning for children, etc.

From this Reader’s Digest version of my life, you can see that the fact I am even legally married is an enormous improvement over my upbringing. That I enjoy a loving, peaceful, passionate, and egalitarian marriage with a man I’ve been with for almost eight years is nothing short of a miracle. Our marriage is my home base. It does not matter how bad my day is, it is always much better the minute he hugs me. One look in his tawny eyes has the power to instantly cheer me up. Now that we work together in the company he founded a few years ago, well that just adds to my daily sense of joy. I cherish being intellectually stimulated by my life/business partner every single day.

My husband is intelligent, an entrepreneur, supportive, gentle, secure in his masculinity, a free thinker, and fiercely determined to make a difference in this world. I love him with every fiber of my being and bask in the love he so generously lavishes on me. From my research, I found that _____ representatives believe that most _____ MBAs excel by doing ordinary things extraordinarily well. Indeed, my husband and I are creating an extraordinary marriage grounded in love, trust, affection, honesty, friendship, solid communication, silliness, and mutual respect.

The main reason I am so drawn to your program is that you understand the value and importance of your students’ families and partners. I am also drawn to ______ because collaborative community is the hallmark of your program and you fully grasp that even though “Poets” will have to work harder to get through their quantitative courses, they can still make a robust contribution to the business world. I feel so strongly about ______ that I am applying to only one other MBA program that is within driving distance of my home. My husband and I - the B***** community of two - is really looking forward to living in, learning from, and contributing to the _______ community of thousands.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Resolution of Sabbatical

Whereas Yeux Verts was unfairly and unjustly let go from her last position;

And whereas Yeux Verts has a history of focusing on the positive and on her sphere of influence;

And whereas Yeux Verts is happily married to D, an entrepreneur, excellent provider, and a loving, caring, cuddly husband;

Be it resolved that Yeux Verts is now on sabbatical;

And therefore let it be resolved that while on sabbatical she:

* Tries to get pregnant with their first child!

* Assists the family business, Company A, with accounts receivables, corporate citizenship, and human resources.

* Voluntarily heads a pro-choice organization in her state.

* Sits on the Board of Directors (Executive Committee) of a small non-profit that does big things in her state.

* Is an active volunteer of the Junior League.

* Sits on the Executive Committee of her alma mater.

* Looks for a full-time job in the corporate social responsibility field.

* Writes and blogs about her thoughts, observations, and learnings.

* Studies for the GMATs.

* Applies for an MBA program.

* Maintains current relationships and expands her network.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Reading List

Here is a reading list I created for a friend many years ago:

Women’s Spirituality and Feminist Psychology

Awakening Your Goddess, Liz Simpson
Celebrate the Earth, Laurie Cabot with Jean Mills
Chicana Falsa, Michelle Serros
Crossing to Avalon, Jean Shinoda Bolen, M.D.
Drawing Down the Moon , Margot Adler
Dreaming the Dark, Starhawk
Feminism is for Everybody, bell hooks
Goddess in the Bedroom, Z. Budapest
Goddess in the Office , Z. Budapest
Goddesses in Everywoman, Jean Shinoda Bolen, M.D.
Listen for a Change: Every Woman’s Handbook, Lee Byrd and Yvonne Kranz
Love Magic, Laurie Cabot with Tom Cowan
Moon Under Her Feet , Clysta Kinstler
Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions , Gloria Steinem
Practicing the Presence of the Goddess, Barbara Ardinger, Ph.D.
Reviving Ophelia, Mary Pipher, Ph.D.
See Jane Win, Dr. Sylvia Rimm
Sisterhood is Global, Robin Morgan
Slut! Growing Up Female with a Bad Reputation , Leora Tanenbaum
The Bust Guide to the New Girl Order, Edited by Marcelle Karp and Debbie Stoller
The Chalice and the Blade, Reine Eisler
The Politics of Women’s Spirituality, Edited by Charlene Spretnak
The Power of the Witch, Laurie Cabot with Tom Cowan
The Red Tent, Anita Diamant
The Sexual Politics of Meat, Carol J. Adams
The Spiral Dance, Starhawk
The Witch in Every Woman, Laurie Cabot with Jean Mills
Toward a New Psychology of Women, Jean Baker Miller
When God Was a Woman, Merlin Stone
Woman’s Evolution, Evelyn Reed

Ecopsychology, Paganism, and Native American Spirituality

21st Century Wicca, Jennifer Hunter
Book of Shadows, Phyllis Curott, HPS
Buffalo Woman Comes Singing, Brooke Medicine Eagle
Contemporary Paganism, Graham Harvey
Green Psychology , Ralph Metzner, Ph.D.
Magic for Peace, Marion Weinstein
Mother Earth Spirituality, Ed McGaa, Eagle Man
Pagans and Christians, Gus DiZerega, Ph.D.
Positive Magic, Marion Weinstein
Principles of Druidry, Emma Restall Orr
The Ancient/Modern Witch, Marion Weinstein
The Wiccan Path, Rae Beth
The Wisdom of the Native Americans, Edited by Kent Nerburn
Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, Scott Cunningham
Wiccan Warrior, Kerr Cuhulain
WitchCrafting, Phyllis Curott, HPS

Astrology and Tarot

Astrology Alive, Barbara Schermer
Astrology for Beginners, William W. Hewitt
Choice-Centered Tarot, Gail Fairfield
Experiential Astrology , Babs Kirby
How to be a Tarot Detective, Rev. Vikki Anderson
MoonWise, Daniel Pharr
Spiritual Tarot , Signe E. Nichols, MS, Robert Mueller, Ph.D., and Sandra A. Thomson
The Only Astrology Book You’ll Ever Need , Joanna Martine Woolfolk

Miscellaneous

Beauty in the Beasts,
Creative Visualization, Shakti Gawain
First Things First, Dr. Stephen Covey, A. Roger Merrill, and Rebecca R. Merrill
Gifts Differing, Isabel Briggs Meyers w/Peter Myers
Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, Richard Bach
Jonathan Living Seagull, Richard Bach
Living in the Light , Shakti Gawain
Living the Seven Habits , Dr. Stephen Covey
Lunchtime Enlightenment, Pragito Dove
Neurotic Styles , David Shapiro
Principled-Centered Leadership, Dr. Stephen Covey
Sacred Journey of the Peaceful Warrior, Dan Millman
Seven Habits of Highly Effective Families , Dr. Stephen Covey
Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, Dr. Stephen Covey
Tao Te Ching, Lao Tzu
Type Talk at Work, Otto Kroeger with Janet M. Thuesen
Way of the Peaceful Warrior, Dan Millman

Friday, October 14, 2005

The Tarot's Lesson on 10/8/05

For no “real” reason, I decided to count my Tarot cards on October 8th. Sure enough, a card was missing. Mind you, no one uses this deck and the only people who touch my cards are those for whom I’m reading.

I searched high and low for that card all over my house and car. I even checked our new spice drawers thinking that perhaps the workers might have put them in there by mistake. Nothing. After over an hour of looking, I said “OK, Universe, what are you trying to tell me?”

Because I wasn’t in “reader” mode -- I was more in “querent” mode -- I pulled out my books and, in a nutshell, here’s what that card told me:

* I am leading or fighting a group of people.

* There are difficulties ahead.

* Fight for my beliefs because I have the superior position.

* Conflict needs to be resolved.

* Expect to face opposition.

* I will need all of my inner strength to face and deal with my problem(s).

* I will be competing on the job and will be victorious.

* Hold my ground, watch my step, and keep my balance.

* I will get ahead and be prosperous and abundant; however, it may require a little more positive action than I had originally anticipated.

* I was beginning to feel a bit one-dimensional.

* I am experimenting with different roles. Now I want to explore some new aspects of myself. It’s time to experiment a little with who I can be, try on some new hats, play around with some new roles that I might adopt. (These three were especially trippy because I was just discussing this with a friend – who happened to be my boss a few years ago!)

The Tarot doesn’t lie! =-\

I Was Fired on 9/1/05

I was fired on September 1, 2005 from the X Company. It thoroughly sucks and I feel blindsided, betrayed, humiliated, and like a big loser who’s been kicked to the curb. The last few weeks have been full of much introspection, tears, and self-doubt.

For almost 2 years, I was outright told that I was doing a great job. And, I often asked for feedback. My former boss used terms like exemplary leadership when referring to my work and once emailed me thanking me for raising the bar of performance for my staff. These are just 2 examples of his feedback to me.

So, using the parameters and feedback I was repeatedly given by my former boss, I was successful at my job. I have many, many emails to prove this. Thank Goddess for BCCs because I was asked to leave my company-issued laptop. I’m sure those emails were long deleted.

The first time I was told I was off base in terms of my job functions was in late July. On this date, I was given a written warning, which was supposedly the first step of my “performance improvement process.”

My former boss listed 3 concerns in this written warning: my services department, my income development department, and that I don’t communicate well with my staff. Of all the concerns, the 3rd one is the most confusing and maddening because it’s just plain untrue. I spent hundreds of hours working with my staff to build rapport, trust, and camaraderie. I also conscientiously tried to be open to feedback from my supervisees. Those that took me up on my “offer” actually gave me constructive criticism that I received, listened to, and made appropriate changes.

There were 5 deliverables in my “performance improvement process” meant to address the 3 concerns. Even though I vehemently disapproved of the way I was given this first piece of important feedback, I fully trusted my former boss and the X Company’ performance improvement process. So, I gave him the 5 deliverables he requested and then some (I CCd the VP of HR and the COO on this email, as is the custom at the X Company). One of those deliverables included changing a goal set about 6 months ago. On 3 ½ weeks’ notice, I had to galvanize my staff to meet a new goal that was 110% over the original goal.

I pulled it off. We sent over 1,100 invitations and the event had over 300 attendees, great speakers, and was moving yet very professional. My former boss attended and complimented me on a job well done. With the benefit of hindsight, I suppose he was surprised that I could pull off his unfair request.

I also gave my former boss all the other documents he requested in the performance improvement process (e.g., written protocols for the patient navigation department, plan of action to improve communication with my staff, etc.). I had already developed in-depth procedures and built mechanisms for communication, trust, information-sharing, coaching, etc. so I fine-tuned and concretized them and sent them to him. I had overhauled my patient navigation department and it was already showing improvement long before the late July meeting. (More on this later.)

As a follow-up, I requested a meeting in early August with my former boss. At this meeting he tells me, and I quote, “because you are so business savvy, professional, knowledgeable, and comfortable when speaking in public, you are intimidating.” Intimidating, how? Intimidating to whom? So, did I lose my job because I was intimidating “people”? That doesn’t make any sense. I asked for examples and he was unable or unwilling to give me any.

To be fair, the one piece of constructive criticism my former boss did give me before our fateful meeting in late July: one of my departments wasn’t performing well. In early 2005, I conducted a very thorough analysis of this department. Because I inherited this long-standing challenge, I wanted to be sure I knew where we are, where we needed to go, how we’re going to get there, what was discussed in the past, how we’re defining improvement, what areas needed to be strengthened, and how we’re going to define and measure success.

To that end, I had multiple conversations (with an SVP, a department VP when she was hired, a divisional director, my employees, etc.) and used all sorts of resources (e.g., best practices, service requests summary, emails from SVPs, etc.). I kept my former boss informed of my progress throughout this process. Armed with this information, I developed a detailed plan to strengthen this department and monitor and report on its progress. Eventually, I put one of my own staff on a performance improvement plan and monitored his progress. Like I mentioned earlier, this overhaul was already showing improvement long before the late July meeting.

On Thursday, 9/1/05 at 10:15 a.m., I was let go because my former boss says he’s “uncomfortable with [my] leadership of this region.” I’m still unclear on what that means exactly. In short, I lost my job:

* Even though my former boss kept telling me I was doing a great job from for almost 2 years.

* After being given 6 weeks to improve (the so-called “performance improvement process”). I was on vacation for 10 days of those 6 weeks and this vacation was planned 5 months in advance.

* Despite delivering everything my former boss requested in the “performance improvement process” and then some.

* Even though, a few months ago, the X Company nominated me for statewide competition meant for movers and shakers. Why would the X Company nominate someone they thought wasn’t a successful leader?

* Even though the CEO presented me with a leadership award for one of my initiatives and my region was widely known as trailblazers.

* Even though I was repeatedly asked, and joyfully served on, multiple division-wide work groups.

* Even though the concept of “the 3 year cycle” is drilled into all X Company employees. “You learn the 1st year, you start to understand the X Company groove in the 2nd year, and in the 3rd year you really start to make contributions.” Well, for 2 years I contributed much to the X Company for naught.

My key accomplishments while at the X Company include:

* Identifying a chronic gender and race pay gap in my region and advocated tirelessly for over a year to address it. My former boss repeatedly told me that everyone has to be personally accountable for their own career, it wasn’t my role to address pay gaps or manage anyone’s career, and the X Company simply couldn’t afford such increases. To his credit, he eventually approved the raises. When I came on board (in late 2003), the only White Male on my staff made 55.81% more than an African American Female on my staff. They were both the same age, and had very similar work experience and educational levels. As of late July (the day I was put on a “performance improvement process”), I was able to close 29.40% of the gender and race pay gap.

* Re-engineering existing operations in the first 4 months of employment that resulted in what I believed was a strong and cohesive team. This re-engineering played several key roles:

- Allowed me to be “more out than in”, which I was told was my main priority when I was hired.

- Gave 3 members of the internal management trainee team the formal supervisory experience they needed (and didn’t have until I got to the X Company) to move up in the company. It also allowed me to spend a considerable amount of time coaching these 3 new Senior Directors.

- Allowed me to create mobility in my region (by creating 3 Senior Director positions). When one of those Senior Directors left, I promoted one of the Directors of Special Events.

* Launching 2 community initiatives in large urban cities.

- One of these initiatives was especially challenging because I had to start from scratch. We knew next to no one in that city. It took considerable project management and leadership skills to assemble an internal team, lead the team in identifying, recruiting, and motivating key community leaders, and get the initiative off the ground.

- Developed methodologies, project management tools (e.g., blueprint, GAANT charts, etc.), and a lot of collateral (e.g., PowerPoint presentations, fact sheets, etc.) that I regularly and happily shared with other VPs as they worked to launch or improve their own community initiatives.

* Creating a full-fledged profit center financial statement for the region, making data analysis and decision-making significantly more manageable for VPs.

- As a result, my region’s 3-year strategic plan is now linked to very detailed worksheets, including actuals for FY04 and FY05 (when possible), and budgets, contributions, major gifts & planned giving top prospects, special events, salaries, merit increases, facilities, operating direct expenses, memorials, direct mail, several other programs through FY08. Every worksheet has detailed information, linked cells, and specific formulas. Having one clearinghouse of information is crucial. In fact, the CFO has seen this document and likes it. He even mentioned that he might use it for the other regions.

* Revamping the board of advisors that was inactive for approximately 2 years before I came on board.

- I developed a comprehensive board orientation packet and process. I shared this with a member of the board of advisors work group when they first convened.

- Recruited several key executives and community leaders.

* Overseeing a highly visible pilot project.

- By the end of the 4-month project, we had touched a little under 150 people that we would have not otherwise touched.

- I created a blueprint of this pilot that kept track of our learnings and gave it to and SVP. My intent was twofold: 1) to ensure that other regions could use it as a handbook of sorts and 2) to help the SVP with the article he was writing about this pilot.

* Aligning my extracurricular activities with the needs of the X Company Actively and making and leveraging my new executive level contacts.

* Tapping into my network and leveraged the many contacts I already had, which includes but is not limited to, several high-level government folks in NYC.

* Convening and designing monthly staff meetings so that staff could receive a diverse roster of training.

* Overseeing group operations while our hub office was completely refurbished and made ADA-compliant. This project took over 3 months to complete.

All in all: I simply do not understand how I can be told for almost 2 years that I am an exemplary leader, excellent employee, great team-builder, etc. and the FIRST piece of really important feedback I get is with a so-called “performance improvement process.” Surely, SURELY there has to be a better and more professional way of running a business?

Using a written warning as a first line of communication is not fair or professional. What is also not fair or professional is getting fired despite producing the deliverables requested in the “performance improvement process.” I can certainly appreciate that it simply wasn’t a good match or that my performance wasn’t up to par. I would even be able to accept that I may be the worst leader in the history of the X Company.

What I cannot accept is not being provided with leadership, guidance, and honesty FROM MY BOSS so that I could improve my performance. Isn’t that what is expected of a supervisor? Isn’t that what is expected of a good manager? Isn’t that what is expected of a strong leader? Isn’t that what is expected of a “performance improvement plan”?

After all, when I put one of my staff members on a performance improvement plan, I actually - genuinely - was trying to help him IMPROVE his PERFORMANCE so that I wouldn’t have to terminate him. Good leadership is identifying and addressing opportunities, strengths, threats, weaknesses, gaps, and disparities. Bad leadership is ignoring all of that and creating a false paper trail to legally cover up an already-made decision.

The very sad reality is that I leave the X Company, essentially a great organization, with that impression.

An Abortion at 17

I had an abortion when I was 17. First guy I had sex with and I got pregnant within the month. Totally stupid. We never used any birth control. It was just dumb.

Honestly, I only felt immense relief when it was over. But, boy oh boy, before the procedure, I was scared shitless, literally shaking and fighting hard not to cry. My boyfriend was there and, in his attempt to help assuage my fear, tells me not to fight the anesthesia because I could die! (Ugh, I wish I were making that up.)

In the counseling waiting room, I sat next to an older woman. She must’ve seen how petrified I was because she smiled and struck up a conversation. I don’t remember much of that convo except that she told me this was her second abortion and how I was just floored at how anyone could possibly go through this awful experience twice. I mean I was aghast.

The doctor, nurses, and anesthesiologist were the most compassionate people put on Mama Earth. I know now that they could see right through me. I suppose it was kind of hard not to because, seriously, I couldn’t stop shaking and it was warm in there. I tried my damnedest not to cry. As they were prepping, I asked the doctor if he could tell me what the gender was. He looked me right in the eyes and said, “Do you really want to know?” I think I said no. Maybe I just looked away.

A few minutes later I asked the doctor what would happen if I fought the anesthesia. He looks at me right in the eyes, all serious-like but with a twinkle in his eye, and says, “You’ll fall asleep.” I started cracking up, right there on the table, needles coming out of me, my legs in stirrups, tears streaming down my face, still very visibly shaking. I will forever be grateful for his compassion and non-judgment. Ya know, I was pretty much a statistic at that point: pregnant unwed girl from the ghetto, alcoholic dad beats mom, generational cycles of poverty, welfare abuse, and domestic violence, blah, blah, blah.

The anesthesiologist starts to insert the needle in my right arm. I remember staring at it and looking away right before it entered my body. I wake up later in the recovery room and puke green bile all over the place. My boyfriend and I took the subway back home and I don’t remember much beyond having to lie down when I got home. How my parents didn’t see that anything was wrong with me is a strong indication of the household I grew up in. Can’t even fault them. Too many things to worry about like food and shelter.

Fast forward 2 or 3 years later and I have this dream: I hear a baby cry. I look around and can’t find the baby. I go back to what I’m doing. Again, I hear a baby cry and look around. Nothing. This continues for a few minutes. I then look down to my right and hanging from my belt loop is a Hefty garbage bag with a 2-year-old inside of it looking right up at me with deep blue eyes. Sick, huh? A few years after that I removed a cap from a pen, the tip reminded me of the anesthesiologist’s needle, I freaked and dropped the pen. This happened within seconds.

I’ve since discussed this with my therapist, husband, and other people I respect and trust. I don’t feel guilty for having an abortion. Intuitively, I knew I simply couldn’t be a mother then. Maybe Goddess had a plan for my life. Who knows? I just knew that I wasn’t ready to be a mother. What kind of life would I have been able to provide this child? Another generation of poverty, welfare, and domestic violence? No thanks.

I guess this stuff is starting to bubble up again because I am now ready to procreate. A teeny little (very miniscule) part of me feels like I’m going to be “punished” for that abortion. Rationally, I know that’s not true. Spiritually, I know Goddess loves us and She simply doesn’t work that way. But, as a Pagan, I believe I must have personal accountability and I can’t help but think that I will have difficulty conceiving as my “comeuppance.”

Aaaaaaargh, I have to get to an Al-Anon meeting!!!!!!! Thanks for “listening” to me, folks.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Sanitary Napkins

I just walked out of the bathroom of my new office. In the stall there is a sign that says, “Sanitary napkins clog toilets. Please use receptacles.” Why are there so many euphemisms for period products? “Sanitary napkins”, “feminine hygiene products”, the list is endless. There is such a fear of, distaste for, and hatred for all things feminine. Through much of HIStory, women were considered ritually unclean. This isn’t just the case with the big three monotheistic religions. In fact, similar taboos existed in my own Pagan faith. Pliny the Elder wrote about how menstruating women were in serious danger of “infecting” others with their uncleanliness. Maybe that’s the socio-political background of modern day cooties?

I mean, feminine hygiene products? I’m a woman and use many cleaning products. Would shampoo, conditioner, body wash, facial cleanser, and toothpaste be considered “feminine hygiene products”? My teeth are feminine, damn it. =-) What about the 9,000 other products I use like body moisturizer, under eye cream, facial moisturizer, cosmetics, etc.?

A few years ago, I used to teach at a domestic violence accountability program. This was a court-mandated education program for men who batter. We offered a curriculum of information about men’s violence against women in our society and how to end it, including information about the historical, social, and cultural aspects of domestic abuse with emphasis on accountability and personal choice. I (a petite pale-face) would teach each class with a male co-instructor (usually African American or Hispanic). This dyad was constructed on purpose to model respectful behavior. I distinctly remember one day one of the men looking me right in the eye and saying, “I don’t trust nothing that bleeds for 5 days and don’t die.” I calmly replied, “Yeah, you should respect, honor, and FEAR it, buddy.” Ugh, the hatred in that room was palpable.

But, I digress. It’s a little almost 6:30 p.m., it’s been a long day, and I’m hungry so here are my suggestions for a change in nomenclature:

* Menstrual products
* Menstruation items
* Panty protectors
* Hold the Flow, Jo
* Blood stoppers
* Pussy plugs

Y-e-a-h, gotta have dinner . . .