Once my gut told me to stop and my brain told me to go. My heart said nothing, it was beating too fast to give impressions. A few moments later I was sliding on the asphalt. Close but no cigar. Cycling always gave me a rough ride. 

Now I'm The Blog Guy

We're all associated to something in the minds of people who know us.  Maybe you're that cute blonde girl wearing high heels at the office, maybe you're the guy always in the bar or the funny person always cracking jokes.  

Yesterday I was the judge in a class entitled "Communication for Managers".  That fell short last Friday when a student who presented Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs Pyramid.  I told her that if she wanted to captivate her audience she'd need to present something new or original as everyone said "Yes!" when she asked if we knew the theory.  I've personally studied it 3 times throughout university.  

The mistake I made was saying bluntly "I'm sick of seeing Maslow" to her.  She didn't like it.  I wouldn't have liked it.  The teacher didn't like it. 

That was a mistake.  Words can hurt.  I paid for it as I most likely won't be a part of the jury again. 

Sometimes I'm also the good guy.  Last week a classmate fired off a deadly email at our TA (Teacher Assistant).  The whole prom was in CC and it was written in capital letters whilst being unnecessarily disrespectful.  The reason?  An email received in Chinese although being in an English MBA program.  I made a joke reply just using a quote: 

You can tell the greatness of a man by what makes him angry.
— Abraham Lincoln

It went on for an extra email each (or two for him) but as I did not want to engage in a public argument I ended it.  

The devil is in the detail.  

In my automatic email signature I put a link to this very website.  A few people noticed it and took a look.  

The word got around. 

Now I'm the blog guy.

Who will I be next? 

Here is a hint:  

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