<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:07:59.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM THE INSIDE OUT</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Formerly FROM THE INSIDE OUT was primarily a work-related blog, but as of 4/24/04, the sky's the limit! (Written anonymously, by someone you don't know anyway.)

Old posts have been left in place, in case anybody has nothing better to do than read our archives. Well... there just might be somebody, right?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-108369018424495146</id><published>2004-05-04T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:05:45.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New site's finally up and running (phase 1)! Please check it out, and let us know what you think. Click on links, and or buy stuff while you're there, would'ya? It's how we pay the rent. :-)The address is www.4infoToGo.com. (Lots of cool games, and some weird headlines, to be found on the Fun Stuff page.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/108369018424495146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/108369018424495146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108369018424495146' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107834819088399979</id><published>2004-03-03T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:14:23.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some things are worth repeating...The Bare Bones Facts About What Gets Us What We Want In Life...including, but not limited to, a new job, or promotion. ...(from an earlier post here in 8/03)Have you ever noticed that there are some people in life who always seem to land on their feet, and get exactly what they want? (Cats are like that too, but for now we'll stick to people.) Then there are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107834819088399979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107834819088399979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107834819088399979' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107575818943798187</id><published>2004-02-02T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T08:09:23.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seller Beware!If you are recruiting (3rd-party, contingency recruiting), you can no longer rely on a handshake to count on receiving your hard-earned fees --on time, and in the correct amount. ...Yes, believe it or not, I am old enough to remember the days when lots of things were successfully handled with a handshake and a promise. Ah, gone forever ...those were the days.Sadly, these days, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107575818943798187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107575818943798187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575818943798187' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107538827398634037</id><published>2004-01-29T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T09:59:51.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sound Advice for LifeIf you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.Accept that some days you're the pigeon, some days you're the statue.A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.Happiness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107538827398634037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107538827398634037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107538827398634037' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107522698836263123</id><published>2004-01-27T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T16:22:44.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recruiting? Improve Your Interview-to-Hire Ratio. Why is it, do you suppose, that some recruiters have a higher interview-to-hire ratio than others? All things being equal (same or similar job/company), all recruiters should average about the same i-t-h ratio. Yet, some seem to have a knack for it more so than others. It's not merely dumb luck however. These recruiters have simply learned how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107522698836263123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107522698836263123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107522698836263123' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107512871242456772</id><published>2004-01-26T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T09:53:23.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I had my life to live over - by Erma Bombeck (written after she found out she was dying from cancer). I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more. I would have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107512871242456772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107512871242456772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107512871242456772' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107480716214505250</id><published>2004-01-23T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T09:42:33.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A real resume found adrift on the superhighway...High schoolI'm a member of the class of 1984 at Maranacook Community School in Readfield, Maine, but I don't receive a diploma because I refuse to take a required course on "Consumer Skills" (you know, important material like how to sign up for welfare -- and yes, we did call this school either Bananacook or Marijuanacook). Therefore I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107480716214505250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107480716214505250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480716214505250' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107479360088201652</id><published>2004-01-22T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:59:33.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the world turns...I'm back. I notice my last post was a month ago today (a long time for me to be speechless). Ironic, as both dates (12/22 &amp; 1/22) have a significance for me --one happy, one sad. The balance of life. There is no up without a down. There is no right without a left.I dedicate this first post in a month to my dear parents...On 12/22/60-something, I became the 'legal' child</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107479360088201652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107479360088201652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479360088201652' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107211040992706528</id><published>2003-12-22T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T17:33:45.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Who are you people anyway?" ~Jay H., San BernadinoYou really want to know, Jay? OK, you asked:We are dynamic figures, often seen scaling walls and giving away free cotton candy. We have been known to remodel bus stations on our lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. We write award-winning operas, and manage our time efficiently. Occasionally, we tread water </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107211040992706528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107211040992706528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211040992706528' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107203941265694177</id><published>2003-12-21T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T15:44:28.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Twas the night before the interview......and all through the house, the interviewee wasn't sleeping, not even an ounce.His resume was written on his computer with care, in hopes that a job offer soon would be there.While laying  his clothes out neatly upon his big bed, visions of screwing things up danced in his head.With he in his boxers, and the dog in his lap,  he fretted and worried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107203941265694177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107203941265694177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107203941265694177' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107169186088104096</id><published>2003-12-17T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T15:15:34.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quiz for ProfessionalsThe following short quiz consists of 4 questions and will tell you whether you are qualified to be a "professional." The questions are NOT that difficult...1. How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?The correct answer is: Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe, and close the door.  This question tests whether you tend to do simple things in an overly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107169186088104096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107169186088104096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169186088104096' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107106639816154938</id><published>2003-12-10T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T09:27:23.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm off the see the WizardWell, not exactly, but I will be out of the office the rest of the week, attending AFLAC's National Sales &amp; Marketing Conference in Atlanta. ...We (ItsYourJobNow.com) are proud to be 'preferred vendors' of theirs (our second year in a row). Of course, HotJobs, CareerBuilder, and Monster will be there too, so the competition for business is fierce.I'm good at chatting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107106639816154938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107106639816154938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107106639816154938' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107089986545836991</id><published>2003-12-08T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T11:13:27.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Email From GodOne day God was looking down at Earth and saw all of the inappropriate behavior that was going on.He decided to send an angel down to Earth to check it out. When the angel returned, he told God. "Yes, it is bad on Earth, 95% are misbehaving and 5% are not."God thought for a moment and said. "Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another opinion." So God called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107089986545836991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107089986545836991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107089986545836991' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107089224925586329</id><published>2003-12-08T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T07:36:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can anyone explain the term eRecruiting to me?Having been a former independent recruiter, and now in business development for ItsYourJobNow.com (for a total of about 15 years), you'd think I'd "get it", wouldn't you?Finding candidates (whether on or off line) through advertising, hasn't a whole lot to do with actual recruiting. Sure, it's a great aid for finding people who are looking for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107089224925586329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107089224925586329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107089224925586329' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-107075670301676915</id><published>2003-12-06T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T19:26:04.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know who I really like? (Don't laugh.)...Dr. Phil is totally cool. He has "the power of duh" down to a science. I love every reply and comment I have ever heard him make to those who write to him with some kind of problem. And have you seen his wife? Well, she's prettier'n a speckled bird dog pup. (No, not something I heard him say, but it sounds like him, huh?)Dr. Phil is neat, because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107075670301676915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/107075670301676915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107075670301676915' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106994499008126706</id><published>2003-11-27T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T09:57:02.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was good. (Thanks, Lori)Made Where?... Joe Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock (MADE IN JAPAN) for 6 A.M. While his coffeepot (MADE IN CHINA) was perking, he shaved with his electric razor (MADE IN HONG KONG). He put on a dress shirt (MADE IN SRI LANKA), designer jeans (MADE IN SINGAPORE) and tennis shoes (MADE IN KOREA). After cooking his breakfast in his new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106994499008126706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106994499008126706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106994499008126706' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106977785732961198</id><published>2003-11-25T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T11:31:27.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ship in harbor is safe......but that is not what ships are built for. Sorry, don't know who said it... it's written on an old bookmark I found. Profound, isn't it?It stirs in me the desire to jump up on a high place and shout to the world, "Stop waiting for your life to begin. It already has!" If you are not where you feel you are meant to be, crank up your engines (or raise your sails), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106977785732961198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106977785732961198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977785732961198' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106907112306324439</id><published>2003-11-17T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T07:28:29.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk 'til you're blue in the faceThere are so many old fashioned sayings that make little sense to me, but I must be turning into my mother, because now I, on occassion, hear myself saying them too!Like this one... "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." OK, so what is a gift horse exactly, and if I met one, why would I look in his mouth anyway? To my knowledge, the only animals who have ever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106907112306324439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106907112306324439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106907112306324439' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106881117988976785</id><published>2003-11-14T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T07:27:46.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much spam, and I know why!Anybody ever take the time to glance at any of this garbage before hitting select all, then delete? Though I never read them, it is as clear as a bell to me, just from the content of the subject lines, why all these people don't have real jobs.Here are a few I can think of..."Loose wieght an keep it of""Here is the info you reckwested""Please your woman" ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106881117988976785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106881117988976785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106881117988976785' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106743543664923753</id><published>2003-10-29T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T09:55:44.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's easy to be at your best when... You feel genuine passion &amp; excitement about what you are doing, and/or talking about. You're as good a listener as a speaker. (Nobody learns anything if they're always the one doing the talking.) You can recognize, instinctively, what your audience expects from you, and wants in return for their time and attention. If they get what they want, you will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106743543664923753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106743543664923753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106743543664923753' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106711051178044069</id><published>2003-10-27T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T07:47:38.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scared you, didn't I? Here's the flipside (of Friday's post)...Without an International Free Trade Agreement, we can't compete globally, and that's a very bad thing. It's true, manufacturing will likely disappear in the US completely, but so what? There's so little left now, will it really have as big of an impact as NAFTA did? I don't think so. Merely an aftershock.I believe unions are as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106711051178044069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106711051178044069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106711051178044069' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106700676436240361</id><published>2003-10-24T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T10:53:31.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, NAFTA wasn't enough...Now we are seeking not just a North American Free Trade Agreement (which, by the way, put approximately half a million auto industry people alone out of work, plus millions more in the various US manufacturing sectors), but now we are looking at an International Free Trade Agreement. Wow.Say what you want about Ross Perot, but he was right on the money when he said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106700676436240361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106700676436240361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106700676436240361' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106640338222354250</id><published>2003-10-17T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T11:55:43.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Resume 'Smarts', in a nutshellWhat an employer really wants to see  on your resume (aside from skills, work history, and education):1. A natural progression (without too many job changes) in your career path. Lateral moves, without good reason, are considered a red flag. In other words, if you have changed jobs 3 times in 3 years with no other motive than a salary increase for the same kind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106640338222354250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106640338222354250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640338222354250' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106639053767422256</id><published>2003-10-17T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T07:38:17.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Advice of the dayBe yourself, and be good at it. ...It's the one thing you can absolutely do better than anybody else!(When you attempt to be somebody you're not, it doesn't fool anybody but you.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106639053767422256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106639053767422256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106639053767422256' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106612959270789863</id><published>2003-10-14T07:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T07:14:02.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where 'o where has my recruiter gone?...Where 'o where can she be?? We hear this all the time... "This recruiter was very attentive until I went on an interview. Now they've stopped taking my calls. They tell me they don't have any feedback about my interview, so how do I know where I may have gone wrong (so that I can do a better job next time)?" This generally means one of two things... 1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106612959270789863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106612959270789863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106612959270789863' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106606496884646543</id><published>2003-10-13T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T07:14:27.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Bobby,You know what they say... "Only the good die young". I don't know about all that (because I know a lot of fine folks who are twice the age you were when you departed on Friday morning), but I do know one thing...You were not only good; you were great, in my eyes. You will be missed, until we meet again. ...Don't forget to save me a seat, dear brother. I'll join you when I'm done </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106606496884646543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106606496884646543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106606496884646543' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106604375858930735</id><published>2003-10-13T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T12:24:48.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The economy aside, why is it so much harder to land a new job now than it used to be? Back 'in the day' when I was recruiting, the most modern technological advancement available was the fax machine, which actually was a pretty neat thing in it's time. I could talk to a hiring manager on the phone about a candidate, and then have a resume in his/her hands within minutes, if they wanted to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106604375858930735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106604375858930735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106604375858930735' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106600694587414356</id><published>2003-10-12T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T12:27:24.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't loose another interview or job offer do to simple improper word usage. Of course, if you read the title to this article correctly, you know it should actually say, "Don't lose another interview or job offer due to simple improper word usage". (If you read the title, but didn't see anything wrong with it, you may be in trouble.) You can't rely on spellcheck to repair improper usage, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106600694587414356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106600694587414356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106600694587414356' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106553375020129599</id><published>2003-10-07T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T10:49:46.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recruiting MythsI hear this all the time from (relatively new) recruiters... "Job boards are going to put us out of business. Why would a company use a recruiter, when they can advertise their jobs on their own?" My answer... "Why not?" Companies have always had the ability to run newspaper ads, so how is running ads online any different than that? To me, a recruiter that would ask this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106553375020129599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106553375020129599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106553375020129599' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106526892651973906</id><published>2003-10-04T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T08:02:06.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Value of NetworkingIt isn't really true that who you know is more important than what you know, but it's way up there on the same scale. For instance: If your Uncle Henry is on the Board of Directors at some large company, that may help you get your foot in the door for a job there. However, if you don't know how to perform the job, your days there are undoubtedly numbered.On the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106526892651973906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106526892651973906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106526892651973906' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106501512193060845</id><published>2003-10-01T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T09:32:01.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't it be dandy?...Wouldn't it be dandy if we didn't have to work? We could spend our days doing other thingsLike playing games, and making crafts from cork.Wouldn't it be dandy if life were a bowl of cherries?We could have more fun, and the time to do itAnd leave the dirty work to the Cleaning Fairies.Wouldn't it be dandy if everything was free?Life would sure be a whole lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106501512193060845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106501512193060845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106501512193060845' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106491990445186351</id><published>2003-09-30T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T07:05:04.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burned BridgesRecruiting is a tough business. Not only is the job itself trying at times, but so is working with a group of strong-minded people day after day.I've spoken to many recruiters throughout my career (because, of course, having been one myself, I know their language and feel their pain), and it seems that the majority have at least one burned bridge in their past. --It's ironic too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106491990445186351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106491990445186351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106491990445186351' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106483408903556397</id><published>2003-09-29T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T07:08:31.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carpe Diem!So often, that is easier said than done. ...It is sometimes difficult to seize today when yesterday's hurtful memories haunt you, and tomorrow's grueling challenges are bearing down on you (though the past cannot be relived, and the future hasn't even happened yet). I guess that's why so many people emphasize "living for today". (It's the healthiest mental attitude one can hope to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106483408903556397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106483408903556397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106483408903556397' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106458502350242474</id><published>2003-09-26T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T10:17:46.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The opposite of love is not hate.The opposite of love is indifference. Hate is a passionate emotion, just like love. Indifference involves no emotions or passion at all. Indifference is how you might feel towards nothing more than a grain of sand. No love. No hate... Just indifference. (OK, so I made my point on that.)If you HATE your job (your hair color, your in-laws, etc.), then do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106458502350242474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106458502350242474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106458502350242474' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106449112522525553</id><published>2003-09-25T07:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T08:04:21.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to work with a recruiter...If you have started the process of looking and you have the attention of a recruiting firm or, at least have sent your resume out, then here are some DOs and DON'Ts... Keep notes of who you sent your resume to and when. Also note who is talking to you about what. On the first contact with a recruiter set the ground rules. Let him/her know whether your search </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106449112522525553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106449112522525553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106449112522525553' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-10644321521560824</id><published>2003-09-24T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:36:58.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Short, sweet, and to the point...If all else fails, take the easy way out. Seriously, I am guilty of sometimes making things way more complicated than they need to be. It's a bad habit I'm trying to break.I had a propsal to submit to a major client, and toiled over facts and figures (made graphs and charts, etc.) for a few hours before asking someone else's opinion on where I was headed.He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/10644321521560824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/10644321521560824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10644321521560824' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106405585249978551</id><published>2003-09-20T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T07:07:55.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Study at Cambridge University says ...we read better than we think we do.Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106405585249978551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106405585249978551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106405585249978551' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106388826387336699</id><published>2003-09-18T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T10:01:38.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best way to win an argument......is not to argue at all. There are, after all, two sides to every story. Sometimes, if you just let your opponent tell their side, and graciously agree with (or at least attempt to be understanding of) what they say --even if just in part, you may be surprised at how they are suddenly more willing to listen to your viewpoint.This, of course, is most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106388826387336699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106388826387336699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106388826387336699' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106380505964993632</id><published>2003-09-17T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T09:42:03.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True success, well-defined."He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often &amp; loved much; who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men &amp; the love of little children; who has filled his niche &amp; accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem or a rescued soul; who has never lacked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106380505964993632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106380505964993632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106380505964993632' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106357093868588725</id><published>2003-09-15T05:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T06:44:28.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Extra MileI first met Bob 10 years ago on a warm summer day, 1000+ miles from home. He was a nice average guy, with a nice average wife, and a nice average job and home. As the economy began to sour in the mid-90's, so did Bob's life. He lost his wife, and then his job, and then his home. Life will never be average for Bob again. He allowed his circumstances to carry him adrift on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106357093868588725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106357093868588725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106357093868588725' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106279930130165556</id><published>2003-09-05T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T18:01:41.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Put yourself in somebody else's shoes...And you will find that life goes a lot smoother. Everybody wants something out of everything they do... whether it be money, self-gratification, recognition, or some other form of satisfaction or achievement of a particular goal. If you can learn to tap into other people's motives, there are few other obstacles that can stand in your way of getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106279930130165556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106279930130165556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106279930130165556' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106253002395801274</id><published>2003-09-02T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T15:13:43.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, hello, hello..."Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home?" ...OK, so if you are between the ages of 13-73, you know that's Pink Floyd, not me, but it is often how I feel in this day of high tech answering systems, caller id, email, and the like. When we were forced to answer our phones (or at least somebody was), I suspect a lot more business got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106253002395801274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106253002395801274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106253002395801274' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106208333835588152</id><published>2003-08-28T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T11:34:41.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you have nothing, you have nothing to loseIsn't that the truth? ...I applaud a man I recently read about in my local newspaper that became exasperated with his current (un)employment situation, and decided to do something about it. He no doubt had attended his fair share of Job Fairs to no avail, and decided to organize his own Reverse Job Fair, and as a result of his ingenius idea, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106208333835588152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106208333835588152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106208333835588152' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106199757536726140</id><published>2003-08-27T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T12:04:15.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just the facts, please.The Bare Bones Facts About What Gets Us What We Want In Life...including, but not limited to, a new job, or promotion. Have you ever noticed that there are some people in life who always seem to land on their feet, and get exactly what they want? (Cats are like that too, but for now we'll stick to people.) Then there are others who, no matter how hard they seem to try, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106199757536726140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106199757536726140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106199757536726140' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106190986284047183</id><published>2003-08-26T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T11:27:50.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the Grand Scheme of Things...(as my therapist explains the phenomenons of anxiety), "Do you realize how small you are?", his point being, I think, that nothing matters so much as to stress oneself out about much of anything --as he compared the earth to a speck on one of his acoustic ceiling tiles. (At this point, I half expected him to say, "Don't worry. Be happy.", but of course, he didn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106190986284047183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106190986284047183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106190986284047183' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106172343393428806</id><published>2003-08-24T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T13:02:11.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope.As the line moved along at it's own slow pace, the man knew he was but one mere contestant in yet another race. As applicant after applicant was called through the door, he knew but a few would be chosen, and not one more. Mortgage check late and car payment overdue, he couldn't help but wonder how he ended up in this stew. He had done everything right and had kept his cool, even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106172343393428806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106172343393428806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106172343393428806' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106129604421573438</id><published>2003-08-19T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T08:27:24.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where the heck is the 'reality' in Reality TV?I don't get it. (Of course, I don't watch it either, but that's beside the point.) I have seen enough commercials about Reality TV to understand one thing... There is no semblence of reality in a bunch of total strangers meeting (on an island, in a hotel, on the moon, etc.) and participating in what appears to be little more than 'elimination sex' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106129604421573438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106129604421573438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106129604421573438' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106120973906252159</id><published>2003-08-18T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T08:28:59.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There really are only two types of people...There are those that energize you being in their presence, and then there are those who zap your energy being in theirs. It doesn't take much time spent with someone to figure out which of these two types of people they are. (Race, sex, or nationality make no difference.)If you want to be happy, befriend happy people. If you want to become </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106120973906252159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106120973906252159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106120973906252159' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106086652231111452</id><published>2003-08-14T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T09:16:29.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saying goodbye to a dear friend is never easyFor those of you that come by daily to see what "the nutty woman" has to say, you will notice she hasn't had much to blog about this week. Tuesday morning, as I was getting ready for work, I discovered that my dear friend, Max, had died in his sleep. 'Maxie Bear', as I affectionately called him, had been one of my closest friends for almost 10 years.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106086652231111452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106086652231111452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106086652231111452' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106061652406937230</id><published>2003-08-11T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T11:42:04.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live and Learn...Or, continue to make the same mistakes again and again. But if you do, don't look to me for sympathy. Generally, of others, I am patient, forgiving, understanding, and compassionate, but I seem to lack those characteristics for those who never seem to learn from their mistakes. ...Make all the new mistakes you want to, and I can empathize with you every time. Make repeated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106061652406937230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106061652406937230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106061652406937230' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106043238097949553</id><published>2003-08-09T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T08:33:00.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm no math wiz, but...One of my associates received an email from Monster.com saying that they are running a fantastic special for two weeks... "Buy 1 job posting and get a 2nd one free". Is this some reason for celebration or something? I mean, we (IYJN.com) offer unlimited job postings, including resume access (which isn't included in Monster's price), etc. for just $120 a month --regularly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106043238097949553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106043238097949553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106043238097949553' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106025804985122813</id><published>2003-08-07T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T08:12:44.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Art of Recruiting, Part 2One of my associates visits a number of Recruiting Forums (message boards) on a regular basis, to help us to keep abreast of what's on the minds of those we serve --among others, Recruiters. She shares certain posts with me, and one thing strikes me as odd... How many recruiters there are that question the ethics of what they do. Certainly, a Corporate Recruiter (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106025804985122813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106025804985122813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106025804985122813' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106016082688465212</id><published>2003-08-06T05:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T07:03:17.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Art of RecruitingRecruiting seems to be one of those things that is poorly understood (sometimes even by those who call themselves Recruiters). I thought it may be a good thing to define their functions here, for anyone who is interested. There are several types of recruiting, but the mechanics and psychology of it are all the same.First, let me explain, for those who don't know; there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106016082688465212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106016082688465212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106016082688465212' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106011758240618811</id><published>2003-08-05T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T17:14:48.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will Work For Food (but $ is preferred)FR from CT writes:"I ran across your web site in looking for somewhere to advertise some job openings. Can you please tell me what the advantages are of advertising them at your site [IYJN]?" My associate answers:"Hello, FR. You can post unlimited jobs at our web site, that are then distributed throughout our network of over 5000 niche and general job </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106011758240618811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106011758240618811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106011758240618811' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-106008758560677233</id><published>2003-08-05T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T08:50:19.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A positive attitude may not solve all of your problems......but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. :-) (I love that saying. I just wish I could remember where I heard it, so I could give the person who originally said it proper credit.)It never ceases to amaze me how many people don't recognize that "we are all our own worst enemy". When one comes to that realization, it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106008758560677233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/106008758560677233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106008758560677233' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105999915858961580</id><published>2003-08-04T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T08:49:03.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Never, never, never, never give up!" ~Winston Churchill ...Yeah, right.Over 500,000 people who were searching for jobs have simply given up, reported by the muckety-mucks who crunch such numbers in Washington. I worry about these people (but they can't all stay at my house). ...How will they pay for their mortgages, kid's school clothes, car payments, or even food?I can just picture the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105999915858961580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105999915858961580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105999915858961580' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105974963147955831</id><published>2003-08-01T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T10:53:51.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The cat's out of the bag My darling son just graduated high school [thank God that's over with], and is moving onward and upward. He just joined the US Air Force, and I couldn't be prouder of him. He was an A/B student all through school, and it never ceased to amaze me. Why? Because throughout his entire school experience, important information was always withheld from him.  I didn't want to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105974963147955831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105974963147955831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105974963147955831' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105964661173848153</id><published>2003-07-31T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T08:59:36.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting Web SiteI think the address was GiveUs5Dollars.com, or something like that. When I saw this, it made me think that maybe I am in the wrong business. Panhandling online is an interesting concept. It almost goes with our idea of starting a web site for those MLMers who beg us to take their money to access our subscriber services (which we DO NOT allow, in any way, shape, or form). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105964661173848153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105964661173848153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105964661173848153' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105957243048970110</id><published>2003-07-30T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T09:42:16.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ultimately, we all work for ourselves.Whether we write our own paychecks, or somebody else does, we do ultimately all work for ourselves. (I know this to be true, because we have tried to get people to work for IYJN for free, and they won't do it.)But seriously, if we don't all do what we do to the best of our abilities, those paychecks stop coming. (After all, we can't all work for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105957243048970110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105957243048970110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105957243048970110' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105947762195887096</id><published>2003-07-29T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T07:34:41.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be good at what you do. Someone's watching you!Don't you spammers know the difference in the words loose and lose? Apparently not. And it is one of the #1 reasons why the rest of us throw your mail away unread. (Well, OK, me anyway.)As I sit at my desk each morning blocking emails from spammers, I can't help but notice the subject lines of some of these little intrusions on my day... It seems</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105947762195887096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105947762195887096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105947762195887096' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105943683898283258</id><published>2003-07-28T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T06:51:51.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just because you're paranoid... (you know how the saying goes).DJ, from CA, writes: "...I don't understand it, but nobody seems to like me wherever I work. I have lost my last 2 jobs because of it. I don't know why this happens, because I go out of my way to be nice to people. ...I buy birthday gifts for my coworkers, and always offer to help them with their problems at work. My wife says I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105943683898283258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105943683898283258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105943683898283258' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105939795728884783</id><published>2003-07-28T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T09:22:44.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too many Chiefs ...Not enough Indians.It's like they always said. The St. Petersburg Times confirmed this suspicion just this morning in their business section.  They have stated that the following are the national averages of US workers, and "what they do" (and a brief description of each, that I've added for clarity):37.2% White Collar ...People who decide what happens.31.5% Blue Collar ..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105939795728884783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105939795728884783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105939795728884783' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105922733078633198</id><published>2003-07-26T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T09:52:27.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Selective Hearing 101Born with an apparent hearing impairment, my mom used to jokingly say that it was probably passed on to me from dad. She said he suffered from "chronic selective hearing". It sounded serious to me. After all, she was a nurse, and I was accustomed to hearing medical terms tossed around. I didn't understand the humor in her statements until I was a tad older (when it hit me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105922733078633198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105922733078633198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105922733078633198' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-10591522552980456</id><published>2003-07-25T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T07:50:54.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a test of the Emergency Employment System [SCREEECH]... If this would have been an actual emergency, you would have been instructed where to tune in, in your area, for further instructions. WHAT?! We aren't calling a 9 year high in unemployment an actual emergency?! If not, what then? My opinions aren't the only ones that matter here. If you'd like to share yours, drop me a line at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/10591522552980456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/10591522552980456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10591522552980456' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105913441092514529</id><published>2003-07-25T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T09:50:32.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speaking of Road Rage... Hasn't anybody ever heard of "The Golden Rule"?! I think too many people use the misinterpretation, "Do unto others as they do unto you." THAT'S NOT IT, and I think you (you know who you are) know it!!!Technology is a wonderful thing, when put in the right hands. It was, however, meant to be used to communicate with others faster, and more efficiently... Not to give the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105913441092514529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105913441092514529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105913441092514529' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105904655270425906</id><published>2003-07-24T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T09:50:49.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you always feel like you are coming up a day late and a dollar short? If so, I have great news! It may not be YOU. I think it just may be an epidemic. That, or at least just ME and you. Misery loves company, doesn't it? Welcome to my world. Grab a gazoo, and let's hum a few bars together, of the theme song to Andy Griffith. ...Those were the days, but I digress.It seems that prior to about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105904655270425906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105904655270425906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105904655270425906' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105898009764037360</id><published>2003-07-23T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T09:51:05.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's one for the funny papers! One of my associates just informed me that he received a call from one of our customers, complaining about the lack of response to her job postings. Upon logging into her account, he discovered that she had had anywhere from 10-40 applicants for each of her job postings in the last 30 days (the average being about 20). Assuming the applicants weren't suitable, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105898009764037360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105898009764037360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105898009764037360' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105896925291272707</id><published>2003-07-23T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T09:51:30.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning, all. New day. New attitude. It's still early, so no one has come along yet to squelch the optimism I begin with every morning, so I thought I'd start my day here. Yesterday, someone called me and asked if the whole recruiting industry is just a big scam. Before I answered, I asked if he could elaborate. Elaborate he did. He said that since he began looking for a new job in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105896925291272707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105896925291272707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105896925291272707' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605445.post-105891919094869357</id><published>2003-07-22T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T09:53:12.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing, testing... Danger, Will Robinson.If you woke up breathing today, congratulations! You have yet another chance to mess things up. Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105891919094869357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605445/posts/default/105891919094869357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyjnjen.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105891919094869357' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
