By Lisa Earle McLeod www.forgetperfect.com “We’re not made of money, you know.” If I heard it once, I heard it a thousand times. Whether it was Mom explaining why we couldn’t afford designer jeans or Dad lecturing us to turn the lights off, it seemed like we were always worrying.
[Read More]By Lisa Earle McLeod www.forgetperfect.com Don’t you just hate those sunshiny, cheery people? You know the kind, always focusing on the good stuff and stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the petty annoyances that plague the rest of us. On some days I want to become one of the Pollyannas, and on.
[Read More]By Lisa Earle McLeod www.forgetperfect.com Are smart people miserable? There’s a long-held theory that average folks are happier than the brainiacs with high IQs. The premise – probably concocted by a bunch of geniuses- is that if you’re super smart, you’re more likely to be tormented by things like global.
[Read More]By Lisa Earle McLeod www.forgetperfect.com Why do men make more money than women? Before you start sputtering, calm down. I don’t mean you personally. I have no idea how much you make or what you’re worth. I’m referring to the well-documented fact that, on average, women earn 77 cents for.
[Read More]By Lisa Earle McLeod www.forgetperfect.com Can you expand a man’s mind by pounding a gavel on it? The high-profile sexual harassment suit against New York Knicks head coach Isiah Thomas spotlights once again the differing male and female perspectives on sexual harassment. A jury ruled that Thomas sexually harassed former.
[Read More]By Lisa Earle McLeod www.forgetperfect.com Can you feel sorry for a guy and still fire him? I think so, because my husband and I just did it. Well, technically he quit. But it wasn’t pretty. Without recounting all the sordid details, one of my husband’s employees proved himself to be.
[Read More]By Lisa Earle McLeod www.forgetperfect.com Can you feel sorry for a guy and still fire him? I think so, because my husband and I just did it. Well, technically he quit. But it wasn’t pretty. Without recounting all the sordid details, one of my husband’s employees proved himself to be.
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