I count 24 weeks since the music stopped. March 5th turned out to be my son’s last in-person day of 6th grade and the beginning of this never-ending summer. Since then, it seems like every facet of our lives has been impacted in ways large and small. As we emerge from the initial crisis and into a new – and potentially long lasting – reality, it’s clear that some of the changes will be permanent.
This week I spent some time with 20 or so business leaders who reflected on this question of “What’s changed permanently?” Here are some of the themes that emerged: Continue reading “What’s Changed Permanently?”
Among all of the challenges and opportunities presented by COVID-19, there is a potential impact that that isn’t being discussed very much – if at all: The remote work situation provides fertile ground for unconscious bias. Continue reading “Unconscious Bias and the Remote Workplace”
One night last week, my wife was online, as she often is before going to bed, and I found her amazingly excited about a DJ who decided to engage a worried world with a 9-hour dance party. DNice‘s dance party engaged everyday people and stars with dance music that took away 9 hours of anxiety and replaced it with a little taste of joy. DNice tapped into multi generations through numerous styles of music and got over 100,000 views. His sense of joy and compassion moved through phones, computers, and TV screens and uplifted us to help us cope with challenging times. He proved that we public speakers can reach our audiences and make meaningful connections through technology. Continue reading “Top Tips for Presenting on Zoom by Phil Darius Wallace”
I started working remotely about 12 years ago when we moved to Memphis. Working remotely full-time was not as easy as I’d imagined. And I stunk at it for a while. Probably for too long. I was productive in sporadic spurts. I struggled with time management even though I sat at my desk all day. I was distracted and frequently had trouble prioritizing. I didn’t check in with my team, all based in ATL, frequently enough for them or for me. And it all meant I failed to follow through on my own work and on theirs. Continue reading “I Used to Be a Crappy Telecommuter!”