As part of the offsite, participants had to share their origin stories. It wasn't put that way, but it was part of the ice breaker exercise.
One person spoke about an idyllic childhood in a communist country. Since there were so many constraints it was a simple time. When pressed, it might not have been all good. They did have to stand in crazy lines for hours and the shelves in the stores were empty.
Another person conveyed the challenges of being bi-racial. They didn't know that it was important until high school when people started confronting them with "what are you?" This led to much soul searching. Someone else lost a parent at a very tender age and had to overcome being a nerdy outcast but found a circle of great friends on the way to great success.
It seemed everyone had a struggle to overcome--although everyone seemed to see their struggle as simply part of their origin. Made me wonder if there is something about the expereinces people have that draw them to different types of work. This offsite was at a non-profit.
What would this ice-breaker be like in the investment banking industry. Would participants talk about growing up with cooks and servants? About prep school, the tennis instructor and the golf team? Would they talk about meeting their future spouses at a Renaissance Weekend at an exclusive Hilton Head hotel? Would they talk about their parents and grandparents and great-grandparents preceding them at their Ivy League college? About getting a loan from Dad to start their first firm or build up their investment portfolio or to pay off a bad business break? Would they bemoan the challenge in getting a good apartment in Manhattan?
Just wondering about origin stories.
The sum of the square roots of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side. Oh joy! Rapture!
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12/13/2013
Almost Cut My Hair
I washed my hairs today.

Normally, I wash my hair. But I don't have enough left to call it hair. Hair is a bunch of hair. Hair is a pony tail. Hair can be braided. Hair whips around your face when the windows are down in the car in the summertime.
Hair takes in and gives off the smell of shampoo, of a campfire, of the scent of your partner.
Hair is something you flip when you have an attitude. When you dismiss someone. Or when you're flirting.
Hair is something I play with when I'm thinking. I tuck it behind my ears. I brush it away from my face. Not so much twirling it, but placing it. I've seen this annoyance on video. I bet the experts would tell me to stop.
Hairs is all I have left. The hair came out in huge swaths. It seems that everything in the house now has a clump of golden locks on it. It's tiresome.
But it's my mane. Was my mane. Is now in the trash.
Time for a clean sweep and a new beginning. I will miss my hair, but not so much my hairs.

Normally, I wash my hair. But I don't have enough left to call it hair. Hair is a bunch of hair. Hair is a pony tail. Hair can be braided. Hair whips around your face when the windows are down in the car in the summertime.
Hair takes in and gives off the smell of shampoo, of a campfire, of the scent of your partner.
Hair is something you flip when you have an attitude. When you dismiss someone. Or when you're flirting.
Hair is something I play with when I'm thinking. I tuck it behind my ears. I brush it away from my face. Not so much twirling it, but placing it. I've seen this annoyance on video. I bet the experts would tell me to stop.
Hairs is all I have left. The hair came out in huge swaths. It seems that everything in the house now has a clump of golden locks on it. It's tiresome.
But it's my mane. Was my mane. Is now in the trash.
Time for a clean sweep and a new beginning. I will miss my hair, but not so much my hairs.
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