Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I first entered the corporate world, I liked working on a campus and having a coffee shop and cafeteria one building over from mine. I liked being able to just grab the office supplies that I needed no questions asked. Let's be honest, I especially liked the bump in salary that I got, compared... Continue Reading →
The bill from our date night out came and my wife grabbed it, took a quick peak and then handed her credit card to the waiter. She was taking me out for my birthday and wanted me to enjoy myself. We had a great time together. The Maryland Crab Cake was a special treat. Later... Continue Reading →
My coworker and I waited for the elevator. We were heading back to work. I had helped proof a report for him and he thanked me by taking me to lunch. He was the finance guy, I was the comms guy. We didn’t work a lot together, but I was happy to help him. He... Continue Reading →
Early in my career, I would pack up my laptop, grab my coat, get up from my desk, and quietly leave work with my head down. I’d nod to a few people, but I wouldn’t say much. It didn’t matter that I had gotten to work at the crack of dawn, hours before anyone else,... Continue Reading →
I drove off the car dealership in my new car excited about my purchase. My old bucket of bolts had been leaving me stranded for months and I had finally found a new car. I was in my early 20s and had taken my time in looking for the right car that fit my limited... Continue Reading →
Axios HQ, a global management firm, surveyed 540 executives and over a thousand employees earlier this year and estimated that the cost of ineffective business communication annually in the U.S. runs companies more than $2 trillion. The number grows exponentially when you factor in the billions spent each year on business communications training courses with names... Continue Reading →
I feel like I’ve lost my patience. When I was a young worker, I would hit a roadblock in the office, and I would find a different way to get what I wanted or needed. I was a problem solver, and I would put in the hours, put in the work, to help make the... Continue Reading →
First came the little old man who lived up the street and always liked to question why the milk and bread and everything else for that matter were so expensive. He'd hold up a loaf of bread and ask out loud if I thought the bread was worth whatever the grocery store was charging. I'd... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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