Time Blocking


I've been using the time blocking technique that Cal Newport describes in his book DEEP WORK, which was a great read about how to manage your time specifically to promote deep focus for sustained periods. Time blocking has been particularly helpful in eliminating online distractions. No more opening a web browser and getting lost in clicks, forgetting why I went there in the first place. Now there are designated blocks for that. (The small email/web blocks in the pic.)

Here are the basics:

  1. Use a dotted or a graph notebook.
  2. Write the time in half-hour increments down the left side of the page.
  3. Next to the times, block out every minute of your working day. Leave time for breaks, food, etc. Plan for things to take longer than you think they should.
  4. When your plan shifts, as it will nearly every day, simply cross out the remaining blocks, and write your new schedule just to the right of those.
  5. When your plan shifts, don't give into temptation immediately. For instance, if you are in the middle of a work block and find you need to go online to retrieve an email to continue your work, don't immediately do it. Adjust your schedule to start the email block five or ten minutes later, so that you are still training yourself to wait.

Why am I doing this?

As part of my fellowship, I was assigned an executive coach. One piece of homework from our first meeting was to list four reasons I am doing this fellowship. He said, "You're good at design. Make it a nice one-sheeter you can hang up." I didn't do either one of those things. Instead, I made a list of four things that I need from my work -- this work, and any work I do in the future. I made it a graphic I can use as my phone wallpaper.

Work is an area I am not willing to compromise on again. I need work that is challenging, makes a positive impact on the world, helps me grow as a person, and is flexible, so I can live the rest of my life.

What I want from work

My New Gig

Did you know that I worked at a business bank for six months this year? After I finished my MBA in February and was laid off from the marketing agency I was working for, I wanted to do something completely different, and decided to learn new skills while figuring out what that was. You should know, I can analyze corporate financial statements and recommend debt financing options now.

What I came up with was that I want to use the skills and experience I have gained over the last 20 years to do some good in the world, either in the public sector or the nonprofit sector.

Just over a month ago, I started with FUSE Corps, an executive fellowship program that partners with local governments to tackle some of our society’s most important challenges. FUSE works with cities across a range of issues, including health, public safety, economic and workforce development, climate change, equity, and education. My fellowship is a project in partnership with the LA County Department of Health Services to implement a strategic marketing function and lead a rebranding effort for the second largest public health system in the country.

It's a massive challenge, the kind of work I like best.

2013: Bombshell. Marathon. Pen Pals.


Last Year, instead of resolutions, I had two themes, and I called it the "Year of Good Health and Money." There were quite a few goals to accomplish in those areas, but my main focus for the year was getting my health in order and getting our family's finances under control. I give myself a B for Good Health. I worked out pretty regularly for six months and then came to a dead stop, but I got my supplementation worked out, got my anemia under control, found a new dentist, and lost 20 pounds. I give myself an A for Money. I cut expenses, took care of some scary tax stuff, eliminated our credit card debt, and created a budget for 2013 that allows me to continue to work for myself.


This year, as I was contemplating my themes (I was leaning toward Vanity and Business), I came across Chris Brogan's Brave New Year program. It takes my themes idea and goes so much deeper. I am going to accomplish big things this year and I am going to need guidance to do it. So, I joined up.

Similar to my themes, is Chris's idea of three words for the year. The three words you choose provide a framework for your goals and, ultimately, all of your actions throughout the year. As with last year, before making a big decision, or when I finding myself stuck, I will ask myself how does what I am doing right now align with my three words. If it doesn't, then I need to do something else.

My Three Words


There are two definitions of "bombshell." First is something that is sensational, shocking, surprising, or amazing. Second is a very attractive woman.

I hope that I am able to balance my vanity and narcissism with my intelligence, humor, and generosity, but that doesn't make me any less vain. The part of "Good Health" that I failed last year was physical fitness. Fitness is measurable, but it's impact on my overall health is not as apparent, so it was easier to focus on the things I could see measured with a simple blood test.

I know myself very well and I know that appealing to my sense of vanity is one way to get me to do something. (Now you know it, too.) Working out (to fit into a smaller size, to be more attractive, to have slimmer legs) and taking better care of my skin (so my face is prettier), and eating well (to slim down, to keep my hair shiny, to keep my skin clear) are going to be easier for me to do on a regular basis if I think about how it makes me look in the near term rather than how it affects my health in the long term. Is that messed up? Yes, but that's how I work.

Going back to the first definition. I intend to be the sort of person who makes an impact. I am going to be introducing my company and our products to many people this year. I am going to be asking a lot of people for their advice, or assistance, or money. I intend to leave those people amazed and impressed so that they want to do business with me.


This word is not about running, it is about continually moving and doing. I intend to accomplish big goals this year and the only way I am going to get that done is continue to take the next step, even when I don't want to, even when it hurts, even if I am pretty sure I am going to fall on my ass when I do.

If I let myself get overwhelmed by the size of my goals or the length of my task list, I freeze. I get stuck where I am and I do not move foward. This word is to remind me that I can't stop. Yes, the goal is big and the steps to get there are many, but I only need to take one at a time. When I am starting to feel overwhelmed, I need to pull back from the big goal for a bit and focus on the next step. A crucial piece to this is to have a well defined plan so that I always know what the next step is.

This word is also here to help me get through those tasks that I simply do not want to do. As co-founder of a bootstrapped startup, there are a lot of those tasks for me to do right now. We don't have the funds to hire someone else to do them.

Pen Pals

This word took the longest for me to decide. I was looking for something about developing deeper relationships with people in my network. I have built a broad network, but I tend to maintain only shallow relationships with the people in it. Sadly, this includes family and friends.

I rely on social media so much for communication because it is quick and easy, but it also allows me to continue on with shallow interactions. Writing real letters is something that I used to love to do, and it enabled me to get to know someone more personally, and share more of myself. I had a pen pal in Lithuania when I was in grade school. I remember so many details of her life, and I can still picture her unique style of printing.

This word is not about having literal pen pals. It is included in this list to remind me to go deeper with my communications. I intend to form deeper relationships with the people in my personal and business networks, no matter the method we use most to communicate.

Your Turn

Do you make resolutions for the year? Do you set goals? Have themes? Make vision boards? Want to try this three words thing? I'd love to hear about it.

Entrepreneurial Kinks

I never realized how many things in my life, besides work, were tied to a regular work day. Even though my schedule was flexible, and I worked from home a couple times a week, there was still a rhythm to my day that dictated how and when I did certain things. Now that it's gone, there are a few kinks I'll need to work out. For example:

  • If I don't have an office to go to, or a business-related appointment, I will wear the same outfit every single day.
  • Without my usual morning work routine, I don't feed myself until early afternoon.
  • My skin looks better. There is no explanation for this.
  • I need to get a serviceable laptop. I used my work laptop for everything, so I only have a desktop for home. I HATE working at my desk.
  • A new laptop isn't in the budget right now, so I need to get a new desk chair instead. My husband and I share a desk chair. He works from home a lot, but he always works at his desk. I always worked from the couch (or my big leather arm chair), so we never bothered to replace our second desk chair when it broke. As much as I love my red wooden dining chairs, they were not made for work.
  • I used my work calendar for everything, too. Now I have to transfer all kinds of stuff to my Google Calendar, and I need to make sure my Google Contacts are up-to-date.
  • Just like they wanted the laptop back, my former company also wants the iPhone back. (Cue weeping.) At least they are letting me keep it until I get my own phone.

It will all work out. These are nothing. Tiny, insignificant details compared to the huge weight that has been lifted off my shoulders. I felt such a sense of relief the moment I left my job. I have no fear or anxiety about what's going to happen next. I have only plans to make and work to do and life to enjoy.

Take This Job and Shove It

A big, big thing happened last week. I left my corporate job. I had been working toward that goal for a few months and was planning to make it happen at the end of the summer. Circumstances changed and it happened sooner. NOW I GET THE WHOLE SUMMER OFF. Not really. I get exactly two weeks off and then it is back to work, even harder than before, but with ONE THOUSAND TIMES the amount of enjoyment I will derive from it. Most of my effort will be going into Sprawl3, a start-up I co-founded with a couple friends and former co-workers. We are developing white label mobile apps for small businesses. I will also continue to take on projects through Bossy Interactive, my consultancy.

Right now, though, I am not thinking of that. Here's how the past eight days have gone for me:

  • Saturday: Move to a new house
  • Sunday: Unpack like a fiend
  • Monday: Run one thousand errands
  • Tuesday: Unexpectedly leave my day job
  • Wednesday: So many boxes
  • Thursday: Why do I need to go to Target so many times
  • Friday: Spend the entire day getting ready for my three-year-old's birthday party
  • Saturday: Happy Birthday!
  • Sunday: More birthday things, a couple boxes unpacked, start writing this post instead of going to bed like I should have

I could not have left my job at a better time. For the next two days, I have  Sprawl3 work to do, and more moving-related things to take care of, but then I am on vacation for a few days with my husband for our 10th anniversary. When I return from that, it's back to work. For myself. And, take it from me, I am the best boss ever.

Ten years ago, on 9/11

When I was single, I was a serial alarm snoozer. The alarm clock I used was 14 years old. The buzzer no longer worked, so I was roused to waking by a local FM station. Instead of the usual music at 6 AM Pacific, there was a news report. I hit the snooze button, so I didn't learn yet that a plane had crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. While I slept for nine more minutes, a second plan crashed into the South Tower. I played the snooze button game for nearly an hour. Each time, a little more of the news reports seeped into my consciousness. When I heard the newscaster say that the South Tower had collapsed, I bolted out of bed and turned on the television in my bedroom.

I was stunned by the sight of the smoking tower that remained, and the hole where its twin had been. I was sitting at the end of my bed, in my pajamas, when the second tower fell. I gasped and my chest tightened. I could barely take another breath as tears sprang to my eyes. After many long minutes, I  tore myself away from the television. I couldn't bear to look at that empty space, to think of the people that had fallen with the tower, to imagine the heartache that was being felt, simultaneously across our nation. I popped into the bathroom long enough to pee and wash my face. I brushed my teeth in front of the TV, once again riveted by the news coverage.

Over the next hour, I slowly readied myself for work. When it seemed like nothing else catastrophic was going to happen, I drove to work. Traffic was lighter than usual. My boss, her eyes bright and manic, met me at the door and asked if I had heard. She queried everyone who entered. One coworker hadn't heard. He lived alone and only listened to CDs in the morning.

We sat at our desks, not working, sending each other links to news sites with streaming coverage that hadn't yet been overwhelmed. BBC was the most reliable. Coworkers with family in New York went home, or hadn't come in. Scheduled meetings occured, but attendance was spotty and agendas were ignored.

My boyfriend's mother was stranded in Chicago. She'd flown there from Michigan, hours before the attacks, on her way to California. I was throwing a surprise birthday party for my boyfriend's 30th birthday that Saturday. (The attacks occurred on a Tuesday.) She was going to stay with a friend, who would bring her to the party. No flights were going in or out of any airports. Eventually, she was able to fly. She arrived in California on Saturday, a couple hours before the party started.

I didn't learn an important lesson on September 11th. That day wasn't a catalyst for change in my life. I remember it like it was yesterday, though. That gasp. My chest tightening. The smoke and the rubble. The shared experience of our nation, united by tragedy. Shaken out of our daily routines. Our world shifted and never returned to what it had been before.

My schizophrenic drive to work, in photos

My drive to work is 40 miles long, with changing weather and terrain. This picture was taken in my neighborhood, about a quarter of a mile from my house.


This picture was taken about six miles away from my house, still in the same city.


These four pictures were taken in the canyon that connects the 101 freeway with Pacific Coast Highway.





These two pictures were taken on Pacific Coast Highway. You weren't thinking about going to the beach for Labor Day, were you? My drive was a little slower than usual on PCH this morning because of the high surf. Those surfers don't care what the weather is like.



To be honest, I expected it to be sunny at my office (a couple miles inland) in Santa Monica. Sorry to have to disappoint you about beach city weather in Southern California. I'm glad I wore a sweater today.


I'm adding Military Advisor to my resume


On my flight from L.A. to Dallas last week, I noticed the game my seating companion was playing on his iPhone. It was Connect 4! (I still need to download that.) I mentioned it and he said it was kicking his butt and that his kids had added it to his phone. We chatted about kids and iPhone games and then our reasons for being on that particular flight. He was headed back home to Mississippi from California, where he'd been traveling for business. He was a Colonel in the Air Force. We both talked about what our jobs entailed.

When he found out I was in business and working on my MBA, he asked me questions about transitioning out of a military career into the corporate world. I gave him lots of advice about how to position his experience, what sorts of networking and research he can do over the next couple of years before he retires, what level and salary he could expect, and so much more. I literally could not shut up.

I have never been so chatty on a flight, to a perfect stranger, before. That guy knows how much money I make, how old I am, where I grew up, where I went to college, how long I have been married, how old my children are, and who knows what else I spewed out of the course of our flight. He was so easy to talk to, though. He must have felt the same way, because I know all those same facts about him.

Anyway, I hope that he does take my advice about joining LinkedIn, so that we can reconnect and I can get him linked up with a couple of retired military guys I know who are now in the corporate world.

It isn't every day that I get to advise a Colonel in the Air Force.

My Infographic Resume

My Infographic CV

You see that thing up there? That's my resume. Seriously. It's a little unorthodox, but I LOVE IT. (Click on it to see it full size.) I read an article on Mashable a couple months back that showed half a dozen examples of infographic resumes. At the time I had just been rejected (I mean like, make no mistake about it, rejected) for a job I thought I really wanted, and my quest for a new job in Texas was in a lull. This looked like just the thing I needed to liven up my prospects. I was right.

I hired the designer of three of the resumes in that Mashable article. He delivered the final product to me two mornings ago and I immediately posted on I tweeted about it, and linked to it on Facebook and LinkedIn. I asked people to please share it with their followers and within 18 hours, this page had over 2000 hits. The response has been amazing -- more than I hoped for -- and I have had a few serious inquiries already.

If you're looking for someone like me or you know someone who is, please share my resume. I really appreciate the help.

The Poop Pagoda

Pooppagoda This piece was original published by Clark Schpiell Productions on January 24, 2005. My desire for this Utopian future is even greater today than it was then.

I have had the misfortune in my professional life to witness, or overhear as the case may be, heinous breaches of poop etiquette. The following represent but a few of the offenses that I've documented at the Peevery.

I hate it when I go into the bathroom at work to take a crap and someone else comes in when I am halfway through, so I have to wait until she leaves before I can finish, but she is waiting until I leave, and I don't want to just sit there in silence, waiting and waiting when it is that bitch who should leave since I was there first. Poop etiquette dictates that she should stop after the pee and come back later when the bathroom is unoccupied.


I walked into the bathroom. It reeked of bleach, so at least I knew it is clean. As I headed into the stall, I caught a faint whiff of someone's doody, so I pulled my shirt up over my nose and breathed shallowly. As I went about my business (#1 only), I heard a flush. Then I heard the tp holder rolling as Crapper went in for a wipe. Then I heard it rolling again. Then I heard it rolling again, and again, and again. Crapper wiped no less than five times in an obvious breach of poop etiquette. She should have remained silent until the other occupant (me!) left the bathroom.

It wasn't over yet. I flushed and pulled up my pants when I heard her flush again. I thought, surely she wasn't planning to exit her stall while I was in there; the most flagrant violation yet of poop etiquette. I left my stall and she walked brazenly out of hers. I had to see Crapper's true identity! And it still wasn't over. She started talking to me!


As a final, private farewell to [my former employer], I thought I'd take a tidy little crap before heading off to my going away happy hour. Well, this place is not one to be reckoned with. As I was making those straining sounds (you know what I mean), I heard a flush from the handicapped stall - the one where you never know if someone is in there or not unless they make some noise. How perversely appropriate that my last moments here are marred by yet another breach of poop etiquette. That bitch should have made some noise when she realized I was staying around for Act II.

Why is it that floating some logs at work has to be so fraught with tension? Why has no one yet conceived of an easier way to pinch off a loaf while on the clock?

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Hire Me in Austin, TX

I haven't posted too much about my job search (other than updating every single online profile to read "Hire me in Austin, TX") because I am in sort of a weird position. My boss knows I will be leaving the company and that the timeline is uncertain. Other people at my company know I will be leaving, too. It isn't necessarily common knowledge, though. Usually, job hunting is such a clandestine affair, fraught with fake dentist appointments and uncharacteristic boughts of the stomach flu (also fake), so it feels uncomfortable to be open about it, even though there is no reason not to. On the other hand, I don't want to thumb my nose (what does that even mean?) at my company for not booting me out the door once I told them I was looking for a job in another state. Also, I don't want vultures trying to steal my job before I've left it! (Kidding. Let me know if you want my job and I will send your resume to my boss.)

That is so not what I had planned to write about when I started this post. I had planned to write about how this job search is so different from any other job search I have ever conducted.

My husband and I have been planning to leave California for a couple years. Last year, we got serious about it. We sold our house and moved into a rental with a plan to stay there for a year or two before moving to Austin, Texas. I would start looking for a job in the Spring and we would move as soon I found the perfect job. He would look for a job after we moved. (My job is much more specialized than his, and harder to find. I'll be surprised if he doesn't find a job in less than a month.)

For the past few years, I have been much more conscientious about networking. It is something that I am not naturally good at it. (I wrote about LinkedIn here.) I worked on making some connections in Texas, and making a broader range of connections in the internet industry in general. For the past year, I told everyone I met that I was planning to move to Austin. That alone has lead to some interesting things.

Spring came and I attended SXSWi in Austin. That is when I started my job searching in earnest. (Check out my t-shirt.) I reached out to a few recruiters but, mostly, I reached out to my network. And that is all I have been doing since then. I have had more leads and more interest in my talents than I have ever had in any job search before. A week hasn't gone by in which I haven't had at least two calls scheduled. Sometimes, it is just a networking sort of call, chatting with someone in Austin, letting them know what I am looking for and seeing if they know of any opportunities or anyone I should be talking to. Sometimes, it is talking to people who could hire me. I have talked to about half a dozen companies and not a single one of them had an open position listed, yet we had serious conversations about how I could fit in with those companies. The job boards are dismal, but I have had a lot of leads just through networking.

Right now, I am in the early stages of conversations with three companies. Each one has a unique, and very interesting, opportunity (not yet listed on any job board). The best thing about looking for a job this way is that when I do talk to people, it is really a conversation about fit. They talk about what is going on at their companies, the work they are doing, their philosophies and corporate cultures. I talk about my experience and what I am looking for in my next job and the future of my career. It is so different from having an interview filled with formulaic questions designed to weed out slightly ovoid pegs that won't fit into an unnaturally round hole. I am not in a hurry with this. I am moving my family halfway across the country. I want to make sure I choose a company for which I will be a good fit, where I think I will be happy, doing something I think I will love. And, I want the company to feel the same way about me.

On the other hand, it is freaking hot in Texas, and I would like to move before temps in Austin hit triple digits. (Next week?) I said to my daughter the other day, "You think this is hot? Wait until we get to Texas."

Choose Your Own Adventure

I used to write for a friend's web mag, Clark Schpiell Productions. This piece was published there November 3, 2003, when I was 29.

I recently stumbled onto a web site that was a spoof of those Choose Your Own Adventure  books that were popular when we were kids. In addition to the slightly nerdy sci-fi books, there was also a series of books for adolescent girls. As a slightly nerdy adolescent girl, I read a few of both.

I loved those books, but they also made me a little tense, which could explain quite a bit about why I am the way that I am. What if I made the wrong decision? I hesitated slightly before turning to the designated page. Once the decision had been made, however, the giddy excitement would build as I rushed to read my fate. (In case you are not familiar with these books, they are written in the second person: you are the protagonist.) The idea that I could go back and change my mind if I did not like the outcome of my decision, or if I simply wanted to see what happened if I made a different choice, was the most thrilling possibility I could imagine. It was easy not to have regrets when none of my decisions were final.

It is so much harder in real life. That is the struggle with 29. From this perspective, the paths that I have chosen are clearer than they have been in the past, and so are the paths that I have not chosen.

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The Cube Dweller's Manifesto

I used to write for a friend's web mag, Clark Schpiell Productions. This piece was published there October 27, 2003. I have edited a few minor errors and changed an outdated reference to music. Current and future employers, please note that this is satire.

1 company, 3 years, 4 titles, 6 cubicles

"It's not just the stench of stale cigarettes," I type into the tiny IM window discreetly hidden in the bottom corner of my screen. "It is the constant, unsolicited, inane chatter."

"Kill her," the response reads. "Stab her in the neck with a pen."

"Off to a mtg. Maybe when I get back."

I grab my pad and pen and head to a conference room on the other side of the building. My mind is filled with the image of a smoked leather face contorted above a jutting Pentel fine point.

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Serial Job Killer

A hypothetical life of leisure

I got my first real job when I was 14. I listed them all here. If I had known it was going to lead to an endless series of progressively difficult jobs, I would have chosen a life of leisure.

  • Snack bar cook
  • Babysitter
  • Personal assistant
  • Math tutor
  • Move theater usher
  • Sandwich artist
  • Receptionist
  • Office assistant
  • Resident assistant (RA)
  • Museum attendant
  • Girl Scout camp counselor
  • Home visitor (caseworker)
  • Office supply store clerk
  • Math tutor
  • Assistant to the COO
  • Data Coordinator
  • Content Editor
  • Associate Producer
  • Producer
  • Product Manager
  • Freelance Web Consultant
  • Business Systems Analyst
  • Sr. Business Systems Analyst
  • Product Manager
  • Sr. Product Manager
  • Freelance Web Consultant
  • Director of Product Management

This list was inspired by a similar post by the interesting and talented Schmutzie.

Call for Opinions: Should I wait to find a new job?

Anonymous asks:

I'd been planning to leave my job of five years in the summer of 2009. Unfortunately, the economy tanked and the jobs in my field dried up. I was happy to have the job I had and that I didn't have to take a pay cut. Now, my industry is picking up and jobs in my field are available again. I am torn about whether or not I should be looking right now. I have a lot of stressful things going on in my life and I know that starting a new job would add to that stress, but I am not happy in this job. Would the happiness from a new job offset the stress that starting a new job would cause? (I have two reasons for my dissatisfaction: (1) my company has grown to the point where office politics increasingly outweighs sound business judgment, and (2) my current duties are really fucking boring.)

My advice is to keeping looking for a new job, but hold out for one that you REALLY want. Don't apply for jobs that are only as good as your current job just because you are unhappy. The change will be nice in the beginning, but you will find yourself in the same predicament not too far in the future. Since you are going to be very discriminating in your search, I think it is fine to keep looking even when the rest of your life is stressful, unless the search itself is starting to stress you out, then take a break. Otherwise, I think that the search will help you see that you won't be in your suck job forever.

Do you have any advice for anonymous?

Call for Opinions: Time Off for Good Behavior

When you ask for time off from work, using your earned vacation time, do you tell your boss what the time off is for? I generally do not. Now that we have an automated system, I put nothing in the comments field. Before, when the boss had to actually sign a piece of paper, I would just leave it on his desk with no comment. It has been a long time since I have been in a position where I felt it was necessary to justify using my time off.

Recently, like a week before he got laid off, my husband was questioned by his boss about his time off because he was taking a half day one week and a day off the next week. One was to get a free flu shot at my office and the other was to get a fricking vasectomy. I helped him word his email reply to his boss so as to maximize the discomfort his boss would feel for having asked the question.

Do you have to tell your boss why you are taking time off?

When I Am President

When I am president - of my own company, not of the country - there are some things that I am going to do differently.

Every Friday will be a half day

Who really works all eight hours of a Friday anyway? I think people will be just as productive on half-day Fridays and they will be much happier since they get the afternoon off.

The office will be paperless

I hate paper. I hate printing out documents. I hate keeping documents. I hate signing documents. The only thing I do like is taking notes on paper and keeping a paper To Do list. Even so, I keep my notebook pretty thin. As soon as I use one page, I tear it out and recycle it.

People will be allowed to design their own workspaces

For instance, I hate working at a desk. I would be much more comfortable and get just as much work done if I had a recliner and used my laptop as an actual laptop. And, I would be much happier if I had a mini fridge stocked with Diet Pepsi right next to my recliner.

I would also not expect people to be tied to their workspaces. We have a great room here at work with some sofas. I would really like to take my laptop down there and work from there, but I have a feeling it would be frowned upon. Or, on a sunny day, it would be nice if our wifi extended to the patio in front of the building because I would love to sit out there to work. Again, I think it would be frowned upon.

People can wear what they want*

I would wear jeans, sneakers, and a tee shirt every single day if I weren't a director at my company. Some directors do, but they are generally in engineering. There is a subtle dress code based on your department and position here. I am a director on the business side of things, so I need to dress more professionally than a director on the engineering side, but not as nicely as a director in sales.

*Within reason. I don't mind flip-flops, but I don't want to see any knees.

We will have fantastic lighting

I really cannot stand overhead fluorescent lighting.


There will be a lunch hour and a siesta hour during which it will be perfectly acceptable to take a nap.

There will be onsite child care that includes sick care

I know it is ridiculously expensive, but I want to see my babies during the day.

Maybe I will add to this list over time. This is all I have for now

(Written at my desk under the harsh fluorescent glare while my toe throbs from these pointy-toed flats.)