g with authenticity is my "secret sauce." Love me or hate me: what you see is what you get. No hidden agenda, no playing politics, no BS. EVER. But frankly, referring to Twain, I'm not smart enough to behave any other way.
From a professional aspect, I too have been let down far too many times by people demonstrating anything but integrity. I've always entered relationships open minded, expecting the best, and generally willing to give people the benefit of the doubt if something doesn't quite go so swell from the get go.
However, not at all able to compromise on integrity or ethics. I don't like getting screwed and can't sit by knowing someone else is being screwed. Even if/when it would obviously benefit me to do so, I have been known to refuse to budge on an issue that I was being pressured to loosen up on or look the other way when some type of situation was inconvenient in the integrity department.
Love the Buffet quote. Funny that integrity is one of my strongly held values. Intelligence is obviously highly subjective, but I do what I can to pay attention to building that - always! One of the most common things I hear from other people when they first meet me or see me after not being around for a while is that I have so much "energy" or they love my "energy."
On a lighter note... not that I actually pay much attention to astrology, but I have read some things related to my sign - Aquarius, that seems validates these values. That combined with assorted self-awareness tools accumulated over the years tends to show a distinct pattern for this insistence on integrity.
plain ole have ugly dogs. I loathe blue, green and black nail polish and I particularly hate to see a fat, ugly foot with a giant big toe with green polish on it. Ugh, makes me shudder to think about a room full of women with their deformed feet slapping around in barrio slappers. I have also never seen it fail that the slappers come off with bare nasty feet sticking out from under desks.
I met with a prospective client several weeks ago. When the hiring manager walked out from behind his desk he had on shorts and sandals. This cat wears at least a size 12 shoe and he had hairy toes. He buzzed a manager to join us. That dude had on shorts and sandals with black socks. I could not get out of there fast enough. I declined. There is not enough money on the planet. Someday I will forget those toes and the black socks but it will take a while.
I have never understood casual Friday. We work on Friday just like Monday, I ask people if they have "slob day".
In my opinion this whole country has turned into mess partially because people don't care how they look. One more dinner at a medium priced restaurant where I have to look at some slob in t-shirt with writing on it, dirty jeans and his bean adorned by a greasy baseball cap and I will probably get thrown out for verbal assault.
As I see companies trying to clean up their employees, putting dress codes back in place, requiring hair to be a natural human color, not hiring people who got obsessed with looking like a tatted native of some remote African tribe. I take solace that I have held on to my belief that people who look like they care about themselves make better employees and achieve more for themselves. Perhaps I will live long enough to see us come through the age of the slob. I did live through the age of Aquarius. Hippies were in fact not flower children. God I loved pin stripes. Still do. Hope springs.…