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Tuesday, November 03, 2009
The Halloween That Was

The long weekend that was All Souls' and All Saints' Day came to pass.

Amazingly, I was not busy. The storm, Santi, made sure most marketing activities for the weekend were either cancelled or postponed. Cemeteries got flooded and were muddy. People were not in the mood to trick or treat because of the unpredictable weather.

And so I found myself with nothing to blog about, marketing-wise.

I finally watched Kimmy Dora. Not as hilarious as I expected but I think that's because I had the...er...not so authentic version. Okay, fine! It was a pirated copy I borrowed from my neighbor. At least, I didn't buy it myself. There's a happy thought.

My car got vandalized. Some dude drunk from Halloween revelry decided to take his anger out on my side mirror. Howell. Life. Some things like a smashed side mirror - you simply let them slide.

A guy I used to hang out with (in my opinion, I was NOT dating him) got in touch with me for some marketing consultation about some business his wife wants to put up.

Hmmm...but didn't she take great delight before in pointing out to me that she has an illustrious MBA from some prestigious grad school somewhere out there? What's she doing asking me for marketing advice? After all, didn't she used to think that I was a moron for declining the trophy wife life her hubby offered to me THRICE before he offered it to her ONCE?

If I had accepted the offer, you would not be having the life you have now, dear. So, perhaps, it is in your best interests to stop being a patronizing, condescending b*tch to me lest I decide to take back what was originally mine. How's that for a wake up call? Just be glad I said no THRICE and shut up.

In how many paragraphs and languages must I repeatedly state that I love my life just the way it is? I chose this life because this is the life I wanted, want and will always want. I do not feel bad at all that I am single nor do I feel unwanted because I have chosen not to date anyone. The operative word being "chosen."

I am married to my marketing career and I am happy being married to a career that, I also know, will never love me back. Now, go away and leave me alone.

So did I give the marketing advice I was being asked for? Of course, I did. Why would I begrudge someone my expert marketing advice if they asked for it? I've been blessed with so many wonderful things, the least I can do is be generous with my brains which, by the way, would not have been this brilliant (no, I am not humble at all- hahaha!) if God did not give it to me in the first place.

Anyway, I find it funny that some marketing experts can charge their fees with the speed of taxi meters. They dispense 2 sentences of marketing advice (that can be Googled for anyway if one just has the patience to Google) and voila! There goes your pancreas.

COME ON, PEOPLE! It's just an opinion, for heaven's sakes! You're not being asked to conceptualize an entire marketing campaign.

Marketing experts are a dime a dozen. Some just happen to be better at marketing themselves which is how they ended up dominating the blogosphere.

But just because they market themselves better doesn't mean their marketing advice is better and unique. Some can just be lazy preferring to watch pirated videos instead of blogging about achievements and successes.


Marketing concepts remain the same no matter how many vowels or consonants you use to make it sound new. The difference simply lies in how each marketing expert's brain is wired.

In the hands of a gifted marketing strategist, a simple marketing concept can sound genius but it doesn't put the concept in the same league as the Law of Gravity. We don't get a lot of Einsteins and Newtons in marketing, sorry.


So if someone asks for your marketing opinion, will you just give the damn opinion without holding his liver for ransom? It's not as if you're giving them the launch codes for a missile attack.

Sidebar: However, if he comes with a b*tch wife, by all means hold the b*tch wife's liver hostage. (Well, of course, I can be petty. I'm only human, you know.)

Me? I like to think of these instances as opportunities to hone my marketing thinking. The more my brains get picked, the sharper it becomes, the better I am at my job. When I am better at my job, I get more clients. Ka-ching!

Generosity is never a bad thing.

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Friday, October 30, 2009
RIP, Eric?

Waaaah. My beloved Sony Ericsson K310i is about to rest in peace. Waaaah.


I don't care if it's an old model. I love this phone. It fits into my jeans pocket snugly.

Plus, I have many, many happy memories with it. Now, it's conking out. Why oh why?! Didn't we promise to love each other till death do us part?! How can you die so soon and so...now?


I'm going to go to the Fix-it shop and see if they can still breathe new life into it. I don't care what all the techno-geeks say. I want this particular phone. Period.


Don't leave me, Eric!

I love you with a love that is more than love...me and my Eric. (My thanks to Edgar Allan Poe for allowing me to butcher his famous Annabel Lee.)


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The Starbucks Experience:
Excellent Customer Service


The other day, I arrived quite early at Makati Shangrila for my meeting.

Yes, you read it right. I arrived early. Okay, now slowly exhale. Close your mouth or the flies will come in. Start breathing normally. Breathe in, breathe out. Don't rush or you will hyperventilate.

I arrived early. Get over it. Not knowing what to do with myself, I walked over to the nearby Starbucks for my java fix. No, the coffee is not good at Shangrila. I know this through my many, many toilet visits after a cup of brewed coffee from their coffee shop.

I ordered for a vanilla frappucino and walked over to the magazine rack as I waited for my iced blended coffee. Suddenly, I noticed the guy behind me picking up his java. Hello! Wasn't I ahead of him? Yes, I was. Then, what's he doing walking away with his tall cappuccino while I'm holding last month's Tatler magazine instead of my venti vanilla frap?

I called one of the baristas and asked about my coffee. That's when they realized they had forgotten mine. My usual grumpy self would have bitched about it. But, it was only 8am and only a few days before Halloween. Some things we do not do at 8am a few days before Halloween lest we will know how the Salem witches felt while being burned alive.

On my way out, the shift manager approached me and asked if I was the customer whose coffee they had forgotten to serve promptly. I harrumphed my answer and Grumpy suddenly got a pleasant surprise.

"Ma'am, we apologize for the inconvenience. Please accept this gift certificate as part of our apology and we hope you will have a more pleasant experience next time you visit us."

I finally realized why my damn coffee always costs a fortune and it isn't only because of the extra whip cream.

That, ladies and gents, is called excellent customer service.

No questions, no excuses, no long-winded explanations, nothing. Just an admission of their mistake and an outright apology along with a gift certificate to convey their sincerity. Note that it was a gift certificate for any product of your choice, not some crappy GC worth only P50.00.

The Starbucks experience didn't end there.

Later in the afternoon, I picked up another venti vanilla frap to soothe my frazzled nerves. I remembered my GC and asked if they would honor it at this particular branch since the GC had originated from a different store. Yes, they sure did.

I chose the strawberries and cream frappucino for Angel. Tall.

You know what the Starbucks people told me? "Ma'am, it's free anyway so why don't we just make it a venti instead of just tall? That way, you really get to enjoy the product."

I don't know about you but I've decided to stay with Starbucks and finally stop my continuing adventures with other coffee shops.

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Monday, October 26, 2009
Social Media Etiquette In A Corn Field

Having spent many hours blocking people from my FB, I think I've earned the right to make my own social media etiquette. Otherwise, my eye doctor will never forgive me for sacrificing my eyesight in vain.

Rule #1: Do not stalk people.


Not only is it in bad taste but it is also a criminal offense. People, it is a crime, crime and C-R-I-M-E to stalk others.


Rule #2: Who your Significant Other, children, parents or pets connect to is an issue between yourself and them.


Please, for the love of God, do not harass some unsuspecting creature just because she is connected to your husband on a social networking site. If you must harass someone, you should be harassing him. For all you know, she was simply being polite to him and, therefore, accepted the request to connect.


You're probably the only one on earth who thinks he’s the next best thing to sliced bread. Cease and desist from being delusional and overly ambitious before you humiliate yourself any further.


Rule #3: Do not connect to people out of sheer politeness.


F*ck politeness if you know he or she sleeps with a certified psychotic creep. It is a guarantee your life will become a living hell. I know. I am the moron who was too polite to say no and look where it got me – the ultimate stalker's magnet.


Rule #4: Connect for the right reasons.

If your guts tell you to deny the request, do so. It's probably because your guts can smell trouble a billion bytes away.

If you are going to connect to someone you had a past with, ask yourself first if the world will explode if you don't. Do not call for the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse by sending out a connection request to your ex.

Rule #5: Do not harvest other people's friend list.

That's just tacky especially when these people don't know you from the Serpent of Eden. I've had friends complaining about some of my FB friends who connected to them for no reason. It's embarrassing trying to stutter some coherent reply to reassure them that, no, my friend is not a psycho. He just had too much coffee this morning.

We harvest corn; we do not harvest friends' lists.

Rule #6: If you connect to a stranger for networking purposes, exercise good manners by first sending a private message explaining why you're connecting to them.

Since mental telepathy is not a talent I was born with, I do not know why you would want to connect to me.

Oh. Because you're also in marketing? If all the marketers of the planet were connected on Facebook, Mark Zuckerberg would now be undergoing trial at Salem.

Rule #7: Do not spam your connections with your products or services.

I rarely hawk my marketing services online. It is enough that people know I'm a marketing consultant, ergo, The Marketing Girl. There is no need for me to beat them on the head with it.

Do I still get clients even if I don't peddle my wares? Yes. Because this blog tells them I have marketing brains. 'Nuff said.

If you build your reputation well, you do not need to abduct anyone to go to the Iowa corn field. They will do so with or without Kevin Costner and his ghost ballplayers.

Social networking is a fun way of meeting new people, making more friends and gaining new clients or business partnerships. It stops being that when some people forget to visit their therapist. Or ate too much okra.

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Trolls Are Not Welcomed Here

My Facebook was really intended for my global clients and business friends. It was a chance for my business associates and clients to view me as a human being, not some marketing android come to blight the earth with her presence.


Last year, however, Filipino presence on FB spiked. So it was that I found myself getting friend requests from school friends, relatives and people who were very, very dim dots in my memory.

I accepted these requests with a lot of paranoia and trepidation. After all, I am a stalker magnet. And I was not disappointed.


No matter how tight my security settings were, ex-boyfriends still found me on mutual friends' FB. That, of course, meant their marauding girlfriends and Significant Others could see me even if they couldn't access my data. Very annoying, I tell 'ya.


Close on their heels are the equally psychotic creatures who reside in the periphery of my working life. Their sole joy in life seems to be making sure mine is miserable by regularly monitoring whatever the hell I do on my FB.


Correction: They are not interested in what I do with my life per se. They are simply interested to know if I interact with their men aka communicate. Sigh. What very sad, misguided creatures, really.


HENIWEY.

I finally got sick and tired of these trolls lurking on my FB when I saw an ex on a mutual friend's FB.

Oh dear God. Let me guess. His severely retarded wife (who hates me because my ex decreed I should be their child's godmother) is also on FB. Of course, she is.

Clearly, it is time to block another looong set of people from my FB.

That's how I found myself practically going cross-eyed as I doggedly scanned the friend list of my friends who may just know an ex or another troll.

As of this moment, I've blocked more than 20 people. 20 and steadily increasing. If this goes on, I'll deactivate the damned FB account.

Social media, I realized, is fun and helpful only when your life is not overpopulated by trolls. Since mine is, I am now tempted to disappear online for good. Except I can’t. My career will die a very unceremonious death and no troll or zombie is just worth that agony.

These trolls are out of control. I strongly recommend they get a life.

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Saturday, October 24, 2009
Hmmm...

Why don't I like the DOT's new video for its Take Me To The Philippines campaign? Let me count the ways.

First, what brilliant mind thought a Giling Girl will actually enhance the image of the Philippines in a foreigner's mind? All it does is reinforcing the notion that our biggest export is our women. And, yes, because we are the land of mail order brides, you really should come here to get your very own Giling Girl.

Second, why oh why are we using computer graphics? It does not even begin to convey the Philippines' wide array of incredible natural resources.

Third, there is just way too much of Apl de Ap on that video and not enough of his birth country. I'm nitpicking but he looked like a fly with those shades. Them shades were very upsetting. Yes, dear, we know you are an award-winning Grammy artist and the giant shades are very Grammy's but really. The video is not supposed to be selling you. It's supposed to sell the Philippines.

Sad really because Apl de Ap's endorsement pull was put to waste. In the hands of a gifted creative director like David Guerrero, that would have been another stroke of advertising genius like David's unforgettable Wow Philippines series.

Fourth, the message was not clear. Maybe because all I could hear was the melody of the song? All those synthesizers and thingamajigs.

Admittedly, the editing was funky. I liked that part. But, overall, it failed in its goal: selling the Philippines.

Ultimately, all advertising and marketing materials are supposed to do that: sell something. To get there, however, we must first have a coherent, cohesive, strategic, efficient and effective marketing plan. There, I've used up all the words on Thesaurus. My English professor would be very proud of me.

Don't get me wrong. I laud the DOT's efforts in pushing the country's tourism goals. We just need to think and plan more strategically is what I'm saying.

We should have continued the original Wow Philippines campaign with those amazing TVCs from David Guerrero. Those TVCs did what they were supposed to do - sell. Everything was just crystal clear - from the tagline to the scoring to the video. Beautiful, efficient, effective and strategic. Eye loveeet!

Speaking of tourism efforts - I love Colombia’s tagline: the only risk is in wanting to stay.

We all know what Colombia's notorious international image is. The Colombians themselves know it and I'm sure all their friendly neighborhood drug lords also know it. So they dealt with the main image problem at hand by confronting it. Voila! The risk is in staying, not being gunned down by warring drug lords and their henchmen. Goodbye, Jack Ryan.

The video is not the most amazing, I know. But when you see through it that Medellin is actually a place of fashion and people do walk around Bogota sans baby armalites - the video succeeded in conveying a message that tackled the problem head on. And may I just say that the Spanish language never sounded this sexy?

I thought that last touch with the man saying the tagline ala The Godfather was a really cool and humorous way of addressing the issue.

Sometimes, it doesn't always have to be the most amazing, mind-boggling award winning video. There are very few David Guerreros in this world and I highly doubt his mother can replicate him.

The important thing in any marketing or advertising material is to bring the message out in a manner that your target market would understand and grasp.

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My Very Own Parol

I finally have a parol!!!


I always wanted one except I couldn't afford it. Seriously. I never realized these things cost a fortune!

A few years ago, I asked one of the several parol vendors on Buendia about the price of one parol. The Coke Light I was drinking immediately shot out of my nose.


P5,000?! ARE YOU ON DRUGS?! It's a freakin' lantern, for the love of God, not the Star of David!


Parol vendor wouldn't budge. He gave me a crummy P50.00 discount. What am I going to do with that? Buy hopia to go with the remains of my Coke Light now wonderfully dripping out of my nostrils?!


Today, I got one from a client. Whee! He asked me what I really wanted for Christmas and I said a parol. If he gave me another bottle of wine, I'll poke his eye with a wine opener.


Client thought I was kidding. No, I was not. I want a parol. I cannot be Filipino and not have a parol during Christmas.


Every Christmas, I look at my neighbor's houses longing for a parol. I have parols at home but not the Pampanga parol. And I wanted a Pampanga parol.


Santa Client gave me one. It's not so huge because I didn't want the parol to drown my entire balcony. People might start to believe I actually live inside the lantern. I've already got way too much urban legends about me, I cannot have another one lest I end up on Scopes.com.


I love Pampanga parols. They're so bright and colorful. Christmas time, Angel and I always like standing on one end of the SLEX-Buendia Highway where all the parols are. We just stare at the twinkling lights.


Parols, without fail, make me believe again and again in the magic of Christmas. And, on that note...


MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!!

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The Marketing Girl Is A Very Busy Bumblebee

Of course, my blog has been eerily silent again. Life has been spectacularly busy. I prefer to use spectacularly because if I don't, I fear I shall slash my wrists with a peeler.

There was the super typhoon, Ondoy (international name: Parma). Sigh. I don't want to re-live my 12 hours of horror inside my car amidst rushing and swirling flood waters. I survived. That's the most important thing, Gloria Gaynor said so.


I have a new stalker but then what else is new? I always get stalked. Some people are just born insane and psychotic. It's why my mother has a successful career as a psychiatrist. Having been victimized by stalkers in all shapes and sizes for many years now, I've come to the conclusion that stalkers are like fungi. We need them for the food chain to survive.


There was also a controversy spanning several continents where yours truly had the unwitting role of Best Supporting Actress. What can I say? I'm very global. No clue either how I figured in the controversy. Maybe I sleep walked, who knows.

And, naturally, my hectic life will not come full circle if work does not get in the way of living. Clients will be clients. Suppliers will be suppliers. My life will not be complete without one or both having a major coronary every 10 seconds for some reason or another. The emergency room was invented with my life in mind.


For the nth time, it's the recession, folks. We do what we can to survive it.

Unfortunately, The Marketing Girl cannot leap tall buildings in a single bounce. I tried but my fat ass just wouldn't bounce to the occasion.

It's that time of the year so, yes, expect the posts to be less frequent.

My multitasking skills are severely limited right now to budgets, forecasts and revenues. As is my annoying habit at this time of the year, I am wonderfully confused again with the currency my Excel files require. Somehow, the euro, dollar and peso have metamorphosed into something hideous: a question mark.

P.S. It wouldn't be me if I wasn't confused several times in one day, hello.

Sometimes, I question why I didn't just choose to be a secretary. Or call center agent. Wouldn't my life be simpler if I wasn't the ambitious brat that I am? Wouldn't my life be quieter if I just had the sense not to insist on ruling the world?

Perhaps, if I did, I'd be married now with 10 children. Oh dear God.

So. In conclusion, I just want to say I have not abandoned any ship. I'm just having trouble getting my schedules to behave humanely. Yeah, yeah, yeah. My time management skills suck.

By busy, I mean life as I know it to be including Le Debut has screeched to a halt to give way to budgets, forecasts and business reviews.

Indeed, 'tis that time of the year.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The Ugly Truth

While waiting for a friend, I broke a rule. I bought a new marketing book. As if I don't have enough of them already. Sigh.


Hey, the cover was nice and shiny. Plus, the first few pages grabbed my attention. So I closed my eyes and bought the damn book. It's
Harry Beckwith's The Invisible Touch.

I couldn't help smiling as I was reading the first chapter where Beckwith talks about market research. That is sooo me! Me with my addiction to market research. Me with my fear of moving my fat behind without a survey to back me up.


Beckwith says,
"Research does not expose the truth; it blinds us to it."

It is true, you know. I don't know about you but 8 out of 10 times that I conduct a market research study, I do so to confirm my own biases. It's the know-it-all in me.

Of course, I did not come upon that startling realization until Mr. Beckwith came along.
So in the event my marketing career dies an unceremonious death, I intend to put the blame squarely on Mr. Beckwith and his book.

Pre-Invisible Touch, I would have bludgeoned anyone to death for daring to suggest I was doing that. Mr. Beckwith, I am happy to report, has not been bludgeoned to death by me. He is, in fact, living a happy, healthy life in Minnesota where he has a
thriving marketing career.

I often thought I conducted market research to point me in the right direction. Of course, that still holds true sans Harry Beckwith. Except, now, I am aware that, sometimes, I could be conducting market research for reasons that have nothing to do with marketing but everything to do with my ego as a marketer.


When I find myself arguing with a client who insists on launching a product that would best serve Klingons and their galactic forces, I resort to market research.

Let's find out what our customers really want through a scientific way!

Yeah, right. Actually, it's simply to prove I'm correct and everybody else is wrong. Period. End of discussion. No erase.


Often, I find myself sifting through the results to get data that only supports my own recommendations. I know, I know! I should stand trial at Nuremberg. But if we're really honest with ourselves, a lot of us are guilty of that. And we wonder why marketers are perceived by the world as spawns of Satan?!


I'm not saying we shouldn't do market research or that market research is useless. Neither is Beckwith.


I'm echoing Beckwith that we should
seek understanding through market research but be careful with the data we get from it. Moreover, be careful with how we use that data.

Some dude from the dead Lehman Brothers (may their corporate souls rest in peace) said that people working on Wall Street have egos. Otherwise, they wouldn't be there. I shall paraphrase that.


Marketers have egos. Otherwise, they would not be in marketing.


Therefore, when conducting market research and analyzing the data gathered from it, it is best to park our egos somewhere. Preferably in a guarded parking lot. That way, if the stupid ego attempts to leave, the guard can shoot it.


I enjoyed Beckwith's book. Well, the first chapter, at least. I haven't gotten to Chapter 2 yet.

The last time a marketing book made me smile (yes, doubting Thomases, it is really quite possible for a boring business book to bring out a smile), it was Jeffrey Fox's
How to Be a Marketing Superstar. Before that, it was Darryl Travis' Emotional Branding where he also mentioned his friend, Harry.

I am inclined to believe now that anybody who wants to write an amusing marketing book needs a friend named Harry or should go by the name Harry.


Henceforth, I shall be known as Harry.

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
That Marketing Personality

A usual comment I often hear about me: "She really is a marketing person."

What do you men? It's raining men, alleluia.

She's really a marketing person, ergo, not human. She's really a marketing person so expect horns to sprout out of her skull at any moment.

What, pray tell, is "really a marketing person"?

My friend, Grace, a marketing consultant herself, was once described as having an equally abrasive personality. Babalatan ka muna ng buhay before she decides to like you. (She will peel you alive first before she decides to like you.) The description was quickly followed by, "Marketing people are like that."

What "like dat"? Again, what do you men? It's raining men, alleluia.

Often, I am "politely" told that I have a very "strong" personality. Read: annoying. "That's probably why you're in marketing, Sun." Okay, I'm confused. What does "strong" personality mean? And what does that have to do with my marketing career?

I think a lot of people have preconceived notions of what marketing people are like and should be like. And marketing people, a rather sorry lot themselves, seem to revel in all those preconceived notions by not doing anything about it. Albeit, they seem to encourage that kind of misconception by shrugging their shoulders and excusing themselves as "we're in marketing." It actually seems like a badge of honor to be described as having a strong, aggressive and, frequently, abrasive personality.

Why is that? How did we get to that? Is it not remotely possible to be meek and docile and still be in marketing? Is it so impossible to be a nice girl and still be in marketing?

Yes, ladies and gents, it's one of those days where yours truly will subject you to a lot of psycho babble b.s. This is what happens to marketing consultants who have watched too many Boston Legal reruns after a string of marathon business trips.

I got to thinking about myself, a rather dangerous past time to do before breakfast.

I think the strong personality was already there when I was still a pathetic zygote. I come from the school of thought that believes that brilliant marketing strategists are born with marketing talent. True, marketing skills can be honed and sharpened to make one a decent marketing strategist. But brilliant ones? It's in their DNA.

Well, of course, I think I'm brilliant. This is my blog, you know.

This "strong personality" thing gets more enhanced and becomes blindingly obvious as you establish your marketing career. For me, it's because I always have to hold my ground against equally strong personalities.

Do you know of a CEO or COO without personality issues? Exactly. So if you do not want to be eaten alive, you better have a personality that can hold its own against those with personalities bigger than yours. And may I just say - whose voices thunder even while they whisper.

Somehow, along the way, your ego gets the better of you. As with most power jobs, you will eventually trip over your own self and start believing your own press releases.

Having been a victim of my own ego, I now take the position that, really, marketing people should try harder to be likeable. Every day doesn't always have to be spent in a war zone, you know. Not everyone is the enemy. Certainly, not all who disagree with you should be beheaded by the knave of hearts.

We take ourselves way too seriously simply because we’re marketing experts. In the words of a client, "Sunny, relax." Having observed how many fine lines I now have on my forehead, I totally agree with Client. I should relax.

So someone made a stupid suggestion. Let it go. What can you do? The poor fool is in operations, purchasing, logistics or finance. Take your pick.

So someone thinks he's better than you. Let him. Have you not heard? The truth shall prevail. He can only pretend so much before people around both of you realize he's really a complete moron. Thus, the herd shall return to you, their marketing expert, for sound advice after an oaf gave them one. Meanwhile, use this time to take that much needed vacation. Return when Rome is burning and do a Maximus. "Are you entertaaaaiiiined now, Roooome?"

We marketing experts should learn to choose our battles wisely. We should do so with as much fervor as we choose our industry niches and target markets.

It is not a bad thing to be the bigger person by letting someone else have the glory and thunder. Besides, shouldn't we be used to this by now? That everyone else gets the glory and thunder while we get all the blame?

Arrogance is never a badge of honor. The ability to rise above one's self in humility is. And, now, I need to go watch more Boston Legal reruns. I must channel Shirley Schmidt.

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