My wife just told me that the reason the music teacher is leaving our son's preschool is because of a disagreement with the principal. I've heard both sides of the story and honestly I believe neither. At the end of the day, the children really like this music teacher, so why can't they focus on that and work things out. The differences, as I understood them, seemed trivial.
Focusing on the user. Think about it.
People at work (Google) are nice. Really nice. We sort things out. There are politics, like everywhere else, but a lot less politics, and we don't let egos/titles/positions get in the way of things. We just focus on the user, solving problems and trying to delight them whenever possible. I know it sounds hokey, but its true. So I'm thinking maybe we need to appeal to the masses. Write a book about "Being Googley". Understanding what it means and how it can just maybe help people get along a little better...
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Wipeout, but don't let it interrupt your golf game.
I bike to work most days. It's 17.7 miles, and I was trying to break an hour. I started out Friday morning about 5:30 AM and was making pretty good time until I took a turn too fast on some wet pavement (from the sprinklers) and wiped out.
I didn't move for a couple of seconds. I was going really fast. I slowly got up, clearly hurt, and glanced over to see four golfers about 30 feet away from me, still continuing their game. They glanced at me, but didn't ask if I was alright, or come over to see anything. My arm was bleeding; I had flown off the bike, and as I staggered up I fell back down again on the grass.
These guys continued with their game.
How can some people so selfish & self-absorbed
they can watch another human being get hurt
and not stop to see if they are alright?
An older guy much farther away called over to me to see if I was OK. I told him yes, I think so. I sat down on the wet grass inspecting myself for a minute. I hit my head also (I was wearing a helmet), and now have a bruise there. My arm is torn (like a terrible burn) on the forearm and the tricep; its wrapped now in Neosporin and gauze and an ace -bandage.
If you ever see somebody get hurt. Please stop to check on them.
I didn't move for a couple of seconds. I was going really fast. I slowly got up, clearly hurt, and glanced over to see four golfers about 30 feet away from me, still continuing their game. They glanced at me, but didn't ask if I was alright, or come over to see anything. My arm was bleeding; I had flown off the bike, and as I staggered up I fell back down again on the grass.
These guys continued with their game.
How can some people so selfish & self-absorbed
they can watch another human being get hurt
and not stop to see if they are alright?
An older guy much farther away called over to me to see if I was OK. I told him yes, I think so. I sat down on the wet grass inspecting myself for a minute. I hit my head also (I was wearing a helmet), and now have a bruise there. My arm is torn (like a terrible burn) on the forearm and the tricep; its wrapped now in Neosporin and gauze and an ace -bandage.
If you ever see somebody get hurt. Please stop to check on them.
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