Okay, I admit it. I have FOMO. That’s the acronym for “fear of missing out.” My mother used to say I had “schpilkis.” That’s the Yiddish word for “ants in your pants.” If there’s a family’s or friend’s experience to be had, I’m all in. Weddings, birthdays, vacations, parties, dinners, ski trips, boat trips, sporting …
I don’t know about you; but I feel like my online meeting schedule is still much busier than my in-person meeting agenda pre-COVID. Without the travel time, meetings are often back-to-back-to-back throughout the day, with a scant chance to grab a bite in between. No doubt the frequency of these online meetings has illuminated some …
Whenever I hear someone ask, “When will we get back to normal?” I crack a smile. It reminds me of the movie “Young Frankenstein’s” (pronounced FrankenSTEEN’s) character who mistakenly chose the brain of “Abby Normal” to insert into the doctor’s new creation. It begs the question of what exactly is “normal” anymore? Is there really a new normal? …
