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I once knew a man who worked for a major oil company. He managed a large wholesale territory that sold fuel and oil products to airlines and other big accounts. Some years ago, the company decided to pull out of his territory. They offered him the opportunity to buy the wholesale business “for a song,” which he readily accepted. He worked diligently and set specific financial goals for his company. He committed these goals to writing on 3x5 cards and kept them in his shirt pocket so he could frequently review them. Everything he did with that business was aimed at fulfilling these goals.
While many Marriott School students take classes to learn research strategies, MPA student Jean Kapenda brings to graduate classes years of tried and tested real-world research from his extensive genealogy work.
One of the most important projects in my ongoing education is training my emotions and recognizing how vital they are in doing good work. We don’t check our emotions at the door when we come to work. And we take the emotional aftertaste of work back into our homes.
Expend, Enhance, Engage, Enlighten
After earning a law degree from Waseda University in Tokyo, Japan, Makoto Ishi Zaka found himself spending more and more time away from his family, holed up in the office of the IT company he worked for.
How to Avoid Getting Taken to the Cleaners
This is the second of a three-part series focusing on economic self-reliance. The next article, in the fall 2007 issue, will highlight a single-mother initiative.
Lessons from Joseph Smith, Lehi, and the Recent Accounting Scandals
Who’s Putting Their Money Where Their Mouse Is?
Successful organizations are dynamic, not static, always looking for a better way of doing business. With a vision of what they want to become, they set goals that make the vision a reality.
After a quarter of a century, we pause to look back at the development and growth of the now worldwide Management Society.
After living and working in London for the past three years and having recently moved to Dublin, where pub culture is the hub of social interaction, I have been extended many invitations to “grab a pint” after work.
I own two small companies. It’s hard to pay myself benefits, let alone all my employees. The first thing to look at is making sure they are paid a competitive wage, then add vacation/holidays and keep within reason. Next, they might need health insurance, but if the spouse is working elsewhere and is covered, we can sometimes eliminate it. Finally, you might look at adding tax deferred savings plans and insurance. Since both my companies are retail, we offer very steep discounts to employees. It has been my experience that most people working for small companies do not expect superb benefits. Also, in order to keep costs down, you must do a lot of shopping.
A Business Idea Whose Time Has Come
Several weeks ago, I traveled to the north side of Chicago to visit my son. I drove from downtown Chicago to Lincoln Park, where he lives. As I turned onto Clybourn Avenue, I suddenly encountered a scene that I hadn’t seen or thought of in years—the Clybourn Gospel Chapel.