So you’ve landed an interview for your dream job, or maybe you’re just looking to revitalize your professional wardrobe. According to a recent Forbes article, you only have seven seconds to make a killer first impression, so you want to make sure you’re making the most of those seconds when it comes to dressing for success.
A general rule for interview attire is to wear a classic, conservative suit in a solid neutral (tan, navy, black or gray) with a solid, color-coordinated blouse. If you’re wearing a skirt, your legs should be covered, so light or tan pantyhose are a safe bet. I understand that not all of us were raised in the same way I was, but please take note of the advice presented here. You’ll need it!
Shoes and accessories say a lot, but don’t overdo it! If you’re uncomfortable in your shoes, your uneasiness will show, so go with heels that are no higher than three inches or wear polished flats. Make sure your jewelry isn’t too flashy—you don’t want to distract from the image you’re trying to convey. The same goes for makeup, perfume, and hair.
I see it over and over again, people invest valuable time and money in creating a web presence, but sadly enough, they fail to ensure that their website will be listed high in search engines for the desired keywords.
A few years ago it was easy: businesses would design a website, fill it up with nice content and wait for Google to list it, it was as simple as that! But things have come on a long way since then. Today, we website owners need to study the relevant keywords typed in search engines and then adjust the website accordingly.
I’m being told that the key to success is “keyword analysis” and “inbound link building”, the other important factors are reviews and blog posts about your business with links to your website. If your website has no incoming links probably it’s not worth the money.
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Creating a brand is probably the most significant challenges for every online marketer or company. But allow me to explain to you that if you will not be branded on the internet, you won’t last for the simple reason that the future is relying on the online world.
My daughter Luísa is now on a yellow and white diet. She’s been only eating bread, rice, pasta, chicken, and potatoes. For fruit, she’s all about bananas (some days she will have three – making my nutritional worry be gone for the rest of the day, I can’t really explain this feeling) and apples. And lots of milk that she serves herself to the point it’s just annoying. The colorful exceptions are tomatoes and watermelon.
As monotonous as this looks, it has foods from the main four groups needed every day: cereals and potatoes; fruit and vegetables; milk and dairy foods; meat, fish, and alternatives. I do get stressed about her diet and think she needs more diversity, more colors. What happened to old spinach she used to like?
But somehow I trust her diet, or rather I got tired of trying to make her eat what she doesn’t want. She manages what goes inside her body in a satisfactory way. She is healthy after all.
The Internet and related technologies are changing the securities business. Buzzwords such as “investor empowerment,” “democratization,” and “paradigm shift” only begin to suggest the extent to which the industry is being transformed. But if technology is the driver, regulatory change is the pit crew.
Consider a few recent examples. A couple of years ago, Congress repealed the Depression-era Glass-Steagall Act, eliminating barriers between commercial banks such as Citibank and investment firms such as Salomon Smith Barney. Later, Congress was debating whether to repeal the ban on trading single stock futures (surrogates for the underlying securities) and which set of laws – securities, commodities, or both – would apply to that area of trading.
U.S. exchanges shredded trading in fractions in favor of decimals. In the following years, the securities settlement cycle shrunk from three days to one day, dramatically reducing risk in the financial system. Eventually, a security may trade globally and continuously as firms pass their trading book from closing markets to open markets.
Most of us are familiar with the story of the Six Million Dollar Man, and most of us have eaten a Hundred Grand Bar (the candy bar formerly known as the Hundred Thousand Dollar Bar). But what about the Hundred Thousand Dollar Trigger Finger?
This story concerns an acquaintance of mine who is a sworn officer for a state law-enforcement agency. One weekend, while doing a little home improvement, he accidentally cut off the tip of his right index finger, just above the first knuckle. Since the guy is right-handed, his right index finger is his trigger finger—a fairly important digit for someone in law enforcement.
After the accident, he and the severed fingertip were rushed to the hospital. The doctors called in a hand specialist—there’s a specialist for every body part, apparently—who attempted to re-attach the finger. The hand specialist was unsuccessful, so he called in a plastic surgeon to sew up the shortened digit in a way that would minimize scarring. All in all, my acquaintance spent two nights in the hospital.
Why did whoever invented time decide to be against me in every possible way?
Each and every weekend flies by in a blur of food, kisses, Netflix series and a general good time.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get everything done in the day at work.
When I know I’m attending a meeting, course, training afternoon, the time seems to stop for the few hours I’m attending.
I was all proud of myself Friday morning when I woke up in New York, pulled on my running clothes, and left the vacation house for a run. And then I got two feet up the cliff of a driveway and thought I would die. I huffed and puffed (walking) to the top of the steepest part of the cliff, then got myself running again.
So here I am back at home, completely covered in scratches and bruises. I can’t tell which injuries are from my “run,” and which are from my hot tub antics. I’m pretty much a mess.
I’m due back at the gym tomorrow, and I’m sitting here thinking to myself, “Maybe next day, maybe now let’s take another test… ha ha ha, Am I just looking for a reason to sleep in a little tomorrow?
The other day, while shopping, I got a craving for licorice allsorts, actually I’d been craving them for days, and decided to satisfy it right then. However, the only licorice allsorts I could find, came in a giant box, like the sort of box one might find under the Christmas tree. I briefly considered going to another store, hoping they would have something smaller because I don’t need a whole kilogram of licorice allsorts. But going to another store was not in my plan, so I thought, what the hey, and I bought them.
More than two years ago I packed all my books into boxes in preparation for moving. They sat in the basement of our new house until today. They withstood a flood when the connection in one of the water pipes blew apart luckily the plumber was still on contract so he fixed it the next day although he did nothing for the books.
The years the books spent in boxes compressed by other books in boxes was such that some of the paperbacks buckled and curled I hope they straighten out on the shelves.
Having all my books in boxes was a pain. I was constantly being reminded of some book I wanted to get a quote from, or reread, or lend to a friend. I was forced too go down into the basement, rummage around in the boxes, in desperation throwing books aside trying to remember which book the particular author quote was in. The book I wanted to lend to a friend was always in the last box I looked in. Now they are all on shelves I’m looking forward to rearranging them, perhaps this time by the author.
Barbara Kingsolver’s book Animal Vegetable Miracle is about a family’s year-long experiment to produce all their own food or buy whatever they couldn’t produce from local sources. Usually small farms like their own and farmers markets. Sometimes their definition of local had to be expanded to include their whole state or another country for food like coffee and tea produced under a Fair Trade agreement.
I enjoyed this book. It inspired me to want to really take up vegetable gardening in a big way, try and plant as much food as possible so as to avoid buying out of season produce at the supermarket. Because if you are eating right you will not be eating tomatoes from Mexico in February. With a freezer, you would have been able to freeze your tomatoes in August, when they were ripe, for use in stews and soups all year long.
For a while, I was almost convinced to buy some laying hens and a couple of roosters. Robert soon set me straight by pointing out how much of a hassle it would be finding someone to look after them when we wanted to go away. Continue reading “Finding Inspiration”
To celebrate the end of my two-week stint of full-time work, a biggie for me, we are going to blow our climate action dividend cheques on dinner in an expensive restaurant.
On Wednesday I listened to a program on CBC. The minister responsible for the carbon tax on gasoline, the resulting lower taxes meant to offset the carbon tax and a $100 dollar cheque for each tax paying British Columbian, was defending his governments attempt to force us to adopt greener habits. According to the minister, this means something like blowing the entire climate action dividend cheque on low energy light bulbs, weatherize our doors and windows, getting our car tuned up. You get the picture. Continue reading “Green Living and air-conditioned SUV for one”