What's the value of a good manager? "People leave managers, not companies" is a headline that immediately grabs our attention. Or it should if we're serious about being good managers. Why is that? Well, probably because it has a ring of truth about it. Whilst there may be many things we dislike about our jobs, the relationship between managers and employees is arguably the most critical. Employees who are well managed can forgive many of an organisation's shortcomings. When people are badly managed, there can be unhappiness, reduced efficiency and high staff turnover. When we resign, we often leave poor managers, not the organisation.
To develop good leadership qualities it's therefore critical to build continuous learning into our own routine and into the fabric of our organizations. To paraphrase Peter Drucker: its difficult to distinguish the important from the time wasting and the potentially effective from the frustrating. On your own there is never enough time to do this, and if there was, finding the valuable ideas would probably still take too long anyway! This is where it helps to recognize leading thinkers, and the value they can bring.
Improving management skills is not just about improving what and how we do things. It's also about improving the things we choose to do: getting the right things done?
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Special Time with my Grandchild Ethan!
Hello to you all again! Life in general has been very busy these days! I love spending time with my grandbaby Ethan! He has been such a blessing and an uplifting joy to have around the house. He's just turned 3 years old now and he is coming up with the most profound little statements. Here is an example:
I was getting out of the shower the other day when he walked in and just looked at me with this serious little man look and stated out of the blues while holding on to one of his toys concentrating saying "I think I know what's going on here." Now how about that for a 3 year old. I was shocked that such a statement could come from a 3 year old, but be as it may I heard what I heard. I just looked at him and asked him what he said when he repeated it again. I started to laugh because he was just so serious.
One of our special little times together is his bath time. He loves for me to sit in the bathroom while he takes a bath. It's part of his special talking time with me.
Another special talk time is at night before getting ready for bed. He sits on the arm of the couch straddling it like a horse and just looks at me in the rocking chair begginning to jabber away with all the hand and eye motions. It's quite cute. We talk for a while and then it's bed time, so off we go.
Just some special little moments that I hope and pray you all don't take for granted in your family. It is those little times that make our lives worth living and waking up the next day. It's those special little times that make you really think about the type person you are or that you want to be. Children are so impressionable and they pick up on more than you will ever know. Keep your life simple, stress free, and pray to God every day to keep you going on that right path and then sit back and relax. Trust me things will all be just fine in the outcome.
There was a billboard I saw on my way to work the other day that stated, "Don't worry about anything, Pray about everything." Phil 4:6 I believe.
I think of this every time I wake up and my feet hit the floor first thing in the morning.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING, PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING!!!!
That is my moto now and you should follow the same path.
May God bless you all and keep you all safe.
Suzanne
I was getting out of the shower the other day when he walked in and just looked at me with this serious little man look and stated out of the blues while holding on to one of his toys concentrating saying "I think I know what's going on here." Now how about that for a 3 year old. I was shocked that such a statement could come from a 3 year old, but be as it may I heard what I heard. I just looked at him and asked him what he said when he repeated it again. I started to laugh because he was just so serious.
One of our special little times together is his bath time. He loves for me to sit in the bathroom while he takes a bath. It's part of his special talking time with me.
Another special talk time is at night before getting ready for bed. He sits on the arm of the couch straddling it like a horse and just looks at me in the rocking chair begginning to jabber away with all the hand and eye motions. It's quite cute. We talk for a while and then it's bed time, so off we go.
Just some special little moments that I hope and pray you all don't take for granted in your family. It is those little times that make our lives worth living and waking up the next day. It's those special little times that make you really think about the type person you are or that you want to be. Children are so impressionable and they pick up on more than you will ever know. Keep your life simple, stress free, and pray to God every day to keep you going on that right path and then sit back and relax. Trust me things will all be just fine in the outcome.
There was a billboard I saw on my way to work the other day that stated, "Don't worry about anything, Pray about everything." Phil 4:6 I believe.
I think of this every time I wake up and my feet hit the floor first thing in the morning.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING, PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING!!!!
That is my moto now and you should follow the same path.
May God bless you all and keep you all safe.
Suzanne
Monday, September 14, 2009
PRAY FOR OUR TROOPS IN IRAQ!
Well in an ongoing effort to keep everyone in prayer for our troops as they stand up for our country, I will be continually posting to get your responses.
My youngest son joined the National Guard back a year or so ago and was deployed to Iraq in May 2009. In the months prior to his deployment he didn't really want to talk about anything. He is the type person who doesn't let anyone think he is afraid of anything. When we would ask him about things, he would just say no problem and things like "it's all good".
The day he left for some kind of training before they were actually deployed, we all met at an Armory in Mississippi. My heart was just pounding as I watched all the military line up and I began to see the buses pull in. Though I never talked about it much to him, my heart inside was broken. Just the sense of not knowing what to expect or whether I would be getting some phone call that he will not be returning or just any horrible thing was enough to put me in my grave first. Not only did I think about him, but all the other families who were there as support.
As the families were loading on a couple of buses to go ahead of the troops in town, I saw the faces of other Mothers, Daughters, Fathers, Brothers, and Sisters with the same looks as I had. My Mother and husband were standing beside me when we all were standing at the interstate waving our flags and banners and signs as we watched those full buses head to their final training grounds before being deployed to a new country. (I kept thinking about his 2 year old son and how he would miss him. Every day I have him, I make sure he sees his Daddy's pictures and he knows who he is. He does and that is a wonderful thing. He always goes to his Daddy's room and says it is his Daddy's room. He loves sleeping in his Daddy's bed and playing with his guitar. There is no way on this earth he will ever forget his Daddy.)
At the time I began to watch the buses round the corner, my heart was racing and I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I don't know which was worse, me or my Mother. My husband is from overseas and it was very hard on him as well. He is not from Iraq, but he has been close enough that he and my inlaws overseas were very worried for my son. They continued to pray for him and all the other military troops for a safe return and that God would watch over them. I didn't know which bus my son was on, so I just waved my flag and waved my hands hoping that possibly he would see us.
I was sending him emails almost every day, but never received a response back, so I pretty much just gave up. How stupid of me. He is my son. Even if he doesn't respond back, atleast he will know I love him and I will keep him posted on things that happen back here at home. Maybe he'll feel like he never left and it will make his days seem better.
If you are a Mother, Father, or any member of the family of one of the deployed troops, DON'T GIVE UP! Keep those emails and pictures and care packages going. Trust me, they see and read them, even if you don't hear back from them.
If you have a loved one deployed, please post a comment here as my son has this blog address and maybe he can read all your responses and show all his friends that we all love them very much. Let's not forget those yellow ribbons. How quickly everyone forgets about 9/11. Hang them everywhere. I did and still have all my post outside my home wrapped with one to remind others to pray!
My youngest son joined the National Guard back a year or so ago and was deployed to Iraq in May 2009. In the months prior to his deployment he didn't really want to talk about anything. He is the type person who doesn't let anyone think he is afraid of anything. When we would ask him about things, he would just say no problem and things like "it's all good".
The day he left for some kind of training before they were actually deployed, we all met at an Armory in Mississippi. My heart was just pounding as I watched all the military line up and I began to see the buses pull in. Though I never talked about it much to him, my heart inside was broken. Just the sense of not knowing what to expect or whether I would be getting some phone call that he will not be returning or just any horrible thing was enough to put me in my grave first. Not only did I think about him, but all the other families who were there as support.
As the families were loading on a couple of buses to go ahead of the troops in town, I saw the faces of other Mothers, Daughters, Fathers, Brothers, and Sisters with the same looks as I had. My Mother and husband were standing beside me when we all were standing at the interstate waving our flags and banners and signs as we watched those full buses head to their final training grounds before being deployed to a new country. (I kept thinking about his 2 year old son and how he would miss him. Every day I have him, I make sure he sees his Daddy's pictures and he knows who he is. He does and that is a wonderful thing. He always goes to his Daddy's room and says it is his Daddy's room. He loves sleeping in his Daddy's bed and playing with his guitar. There is no way on this earth he will ever forget his Daddy.)
At the time I began to watch the buses round the corner, my heart was racing and I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I don't know which was worse, me or my Mother. My husband is from overseas and it was very hard on him as well. He is not from Iraq, but he has been close enough that he and my inlaws overseas were very worried for my son. They continued to pray for him and all the other military troops for a safe return and that God would watch over them. I didn't know which bus my son was on, so I just waved my flag and waved my hands hoping that possibly he would see us.
I was sending him emails almost every day, but never received a response back, so I pretty much just gave up. How stupid of me. He is my son. Even if he doesn't respond back, atleast he will know I love him and I will keep him posted on things that happen back here at home. Maybe he'll feel like he never left and it will make his days seem better.
If you are a Mother, Father, or any member of the family of one of the deployed troops, DON'T GIVE UP! Keep those emails and pictures and care packages going. Trust me, they see and read them, even if you don't hear back from them.
If you have a loved one deployed, please post a comment here as my son has this blog address and maybe he can read all your responses and show all his friends that we all love them very much. Let's not forget those yellow ribbons. How quickly everyone forgets about 9/11. Hang them everywhere. I did and still have all my post outside my home wrapped with one to remind others to pray!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
One of Those Days!
Have you ever had just one of those days that you thought would never end? Well, I am sure you have. You wake up in the mornings and you grab your cup of coffee, then you just sit on the couch and relax trying to wake up. Not exactly! Some days I just want to sit there all day and brew about something that has happened the day before. What a miserable feeling. Gotta get up and get motivated, is what you keep telling yourself. Of course! So little by little, you sip away to the bottom of the cup and gradually pull yourself from the couch. Ah! The first move! Now to figure out what to do next. Go ahead and jump in the shower! It's okay! That's what you keep telling yourself, but for some reason or another you just never make it to the shower until later that day. After a good long hot soak in the tub, you feel refreshed and you say to yourself. Gosh, why didn't I do that earlier.
Now you know! So get up out of that sorrowful feeling inside and do something for yourself to make you feel better. I am so happy I started purchasing and selling the Dead Sea Products because for the first time, I can relax in the hot bath water and take in the aroma of lavendar or mint or just whatever I choose then I have the rest of the day to do whatever I feel I want to do.
Now, some of you have experienced the same, so take my advise and visit our website to purchase Dead Sea Products or contact me at suzanne.hdaib@7stars-international for individual purchases if you don't want the whole sets. I guarantee you won't be disappointed. I am a living breathing testimony to that one!
Let me know what you think or how you get your day started.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
In Home Spa Parties
Are you tired of the expenses to attend spas and don't have the time to get there? Well, in home spa parties are your answer. We are here to offer our Dead Sea Mineral Products to you in the privacy and relaxing environment of your own home.
They are fun and a great way to get together with a few of your friends. Our spa parties are great for any age. Everyone loves to just relax and enjoy themselves, so give us a try and you won't be disappointed.
Just email me for more information: suzanne.hdaib.@7stars-international.com
or visit the products page of our website at www.7stars-international.com/ourproducts
We hope to hear from you soon and start experiencing the results you will find from our 100% all natural Dead Sea minerals.
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