I mean, I know I’m a great coach. I have fantastic insight, amazing life experience, and a finely tuned bullshit meter. Of COURSE I’m valuable to Nick’s readers.
From Nick’s Friends: Why Looking Good On Paper Means Jack Shit

I mean, I know I’m a great coach. I have fantastic insight, amazing life experience, and a finely tuned bullshit meter. Of COURSE I’m valuable to Nick’s readers.
Trust me, while I’d have no reservations about chilling in a park all day, working on my laptop – a lot of folks don’t have that kind of time or luxury. Meanwhile, we wish we could do something to help, but we don’t know what – and then we get on with our day while you’re getting zip-cuffed in the park.
My projects are like marshmallows on a stick over the fire, and I’m watching ’em burn.
What are the last three insults you heard? I bet at least one ended with -bag. Something was so awful, it required an entire container to hold the suck in.
What if we actually shut up for once and let our customers and friends to the speaking for us, to the people who mattered – and were most likely to buy and care? People who will be honest about our benefits and faults on our behalf.
Bad managers play the title card when they don’t want to pay you more money.
Ageism and racism are two sides of the same coin. Is there an -ism for being intolerant of intolerance?
I can already hear the rally-cry of the battle-worn managers: “Work is work. Show up, get paid, and go home. Quit yer bitchin’, Sally.”