I like to think that I'm tough. I'm tough when I need to be. Still, I'm also sensitive. More sensitive than I'd like to be, especially when it comes to business relationships. I care too much about maintaining relationships. Is this good or bad, I don't know. The other night I got into a confrontation with clients. It was heated. It was a first. And then work continued. Who knows if this tense confrontation rattld my clients. It certainly rattled me. Later that night, when my
Yesterday the snow saved me. You see there comes a point in every man and woman's life where they reach a breaking point in terms of balancing everything. Wednesday was my breaking point. I was walking Nibbler in the hail with Maisie strapped in her carrier, even though Maisie is getting too big for the carrier, and I was close to missing some deadlines and I had an 8:30 p.m. conference call and I had to start dinner. And then it snowed the next morning. A lot of snow. Enough
I used to watch TLC's show "What Not to Wear" and be perplexed by these beautiful women with ill-fitting, grossly- out-of-style clothes, raggedy hair and soft shapes. They must have never been stylish, ambitious or lived in a bustling metropolis, I so condescendingly thought. And then I became a mom. I should confess it took me years to be able to put together an outfit. I was a tomboy for most of my childhood, constantly rocking a backwards baseball hat. My sense of style w
It's so cold in this common work space. They need to better insulate these windows. I knew I should have brought an extra sweater. Why isn't any one else shivering? I've always hated sick days. My mom claims, and I remember as well, throwing temper tantrums when I was sick and couldn't go to school. I was worried I'd be left behind; I'd miss out on something fun; I'd fall behind on homework. Snow days, on the other hand, I've always been a fan of. As long as no one could go t
It’s 4 a.m. and I can’t sleep. Two weeks from now I will officially trade in the comfort of my rather well-salaried, full-time job to take on the challenge of running my own business. Rachel Trobman, CEO. There’s only a rough business plan, a bunch of great ideas, and an entrepreneurial spirit. Did I mention that my business partner is my husband? And that I have a 7-month-old baby? I’m already beyond comfortable wearing many hats, so to speak. For the past decade I’ve worked
I'm a businesswoman, journalist and mom embarking on a new adventure...