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Brokenwing
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Edge of Reason, Michigan, USA
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July 08
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Bleeding heart liberal, bookaholic, yogini, poetess, sometime blogger, jewelry designer, Zumba enthusiast, immigrant, animal lover, HR professional, loyal friend. I also blog at: http://thehrmoneylady.wordpress.com/

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Jail Corrupt Politicians 

 

 “We’re not a democracy. It’s a terrible misunderstanding and a slander to the idea of democracy to call us that. In reality, we’re a plutocracy: a government by the wealthy.”

~  Ramsey Clark, former U.S. Attorney General

What would yoRead full post »

AUGUST 18, 2011 11:07AM

Secrets of Salary Negotiation

cross posted at http://thehrmoneylady.wordpress.com/

 

“Knowledge is power.” Sir Francis Bacon

 

Negotiation

 

What’s the best time to get a raise?  Would you say after 6 months on the job?  After a year?  After completing a major project?  Oddly enoRead full post »

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MARCH 14, 2011 1:55PM

The Unemployed Need Not Apply

Unemployment Graphic

(Subtitle: there ought to be a law against that)

It's a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it's a depression when you lose your own. ~ Harry S. Truman

 Have you ever wondered why you apply for hundreds of jobs and never get aRead full post »

Brain5final

 

(Or how I fell in love with my husband again)

 

New love is the brightest, and long love is the greatest; but revived love is the tenderest thing known on earth.Thomas Hardy

I struggled upward against the pull of sleep’sRead full post »

DECEMBER 14, 2010 11:56AM

The Age of the Disposable Worker

 In our fast-paced, disposable world, the attitude that employees are throwaway commodities has unfortunately taken over the workplace.  What would you say about an industry that makes money by creating an underclass of employees who receive less pay than their colleagues, no benefits and h… Read full post »

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SEPTEMBER 28, 2010 7:36PM

The Hazards of Falling for a Saudi

I strode to the front door of Salim’s luxury apartment, my rash, angry footsteps muffled by the carpeting, and pounded on the door demanding admittance.  The door wasn’t opened, but I heard Salim’s cousin Saeed’s voice ask, “Who’s there?” When I responde… Read full post »