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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

What kind of dinner companion are you?

I'm having dinner tonight with my "client turned friend", Vickie.  I've looked forward to this all day. 

I don't look forward to all of my meetings.  It has me thinking.  What is about meeting with Vickie.....

Vickie will breeze in with a smile on her face no matter what kind of day she's had.  She may even be complaining about her day but she does it with a smile and an attitude that you know she'll find a way to turn that frown upside down.

Vickie knows that this world is powered by something way bigger than Facebook, or corporate America and she's not afraid to talk about it. Vickie prays for me. (Feel free to join her, I'll take all the help I can get.)

Vickie cares about me.  She started out as my client and she always cares about it being a win win relationship. I call her my friend because she's now invested in me and my family and she cares.

Vickie will ask me questions and then really listen to my responses. Not the fake listening kind.  She'll listen and respond and engage to truly understand what's on my heart and mind.

Vickie is kind.  Even when she's frustrated by someone or something, she doesn't let that shake her values to turn her into some freak on a mission.  She finds a way to fix it or get away from what's 'ick'. And she does it with herself intact.

Vickie makes me laugh.  She's not Seinfeld or anything, but she's just got a great view of the world that is light and great to be around.

So enough about Vickie.  What kind of a dinner companion am I?  What kind are you? 

I don't bother writing a post on the whiner, complainer, 'woe is me' types. I don't dare schedule dinner with them either!

I realize that I was kind of a whiner a couple of times today but I'm cleaning up my act before Vickie gets here because that's not cool.  Let's all work to be more like Vickie.

More Vick and Less Ick - Bumper stickers being printed now.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Yeller's Anonymous Here I Come

I did a really scary thing today.  Really. Scary.

No, I didn't skydive, or ride a bull, or get a tattoo.

I sent a request to my very own Dude to fill out part of my 360 survey feedback for work.  The feedback is about overall effectiveness.  Where do I really need to improve my overall effectiveness?  Yea, at home.

I've sent them to my husband several times before, bringing Dude into the mix, that's new.  That's scary, because he has no reason to put filters on his opinion.

I must admit, I did look over his shoulder a couple of times as he filled it out, but I never commented, coughed or rolled my eyes. I didn't even flinch when one of his improvement comments was something to do with yelling too much. Ouch.

So, the scary part isn't asking for the feedback, or getting the feedback.  The really scary part is the accountability I now have to make the changes.  There's nothing worse than giving someone feedback and having them ignore it.

Maybe I'll join a "Yellers Anonymous Group".  I'll stand up in the back of the dark room with my coffee, "Hi, My name is Rebecca and I have a vein in my neck that likely will rupture some morning when my son is looking for his other shoe and the bus is pulling down the road."  Then the other moms will respond, "Hi, Rebecca, we're glad you're here" in unison.

Maybe I'll take a class.  How to keep your kids out of therapy in 7 steps. I'll pay $99 and go to the downtown Marriott and sit in the front row and take notes.

Yep, I haven't even received the final report yet but I'm preparing for my, "Be a Better Mom Plan".  I think that was the reason I gave him the survey. Ugh, what was I thinking!