First, there was “networking”. I never got into that scene—I was never comfortable “selling myself” and climbing corporate ladders and all. (Hey, I've got real work to do!) Then along came “social networking”, which is a double whammy...
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First, there was “networking”. I never got into that scene—I was never comfortable “selling myself” and climbing corporate ladders and all. (Hey, I've got real work to do!) Then along came “social networking”, which is a double whammy...
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This is a tale of woe and misery, but also one of hope. Woe and misery Our tale begins more than seven years ago, an age ago in Internet Time. A cloud (nay, another type of cloud than what may come to your mind in this Age) pervaded the halls
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“They are a group of SAS rock stars and I'm darn proud of them!”
Continue reading "Rock stars"
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“They are a group of SAS rock stars and I'm darn proud of them!” That comes from Meg Pounds, manager of the Customer Experience Testing (CET) team. (Go on, Meg - use some stronger language; Peer Revue needs some juicier content.) Meg's remark come...
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When I started Peer Revue, I tried to point out it's the work we do that makes SAS such a cool place to be,
not just the fancy-schmancy benefits that get all the headlines.
But FORTUNE magazine apparently has another agenda; they've gone and named...
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When I started Peer Revue, I tried to point out it's the work we do that makes SAS such a cool place to be, not just the fancy-schmancy benefits that get all the headlines. But FORTUNE magazine apparently has another agenda; they've gone and named SAS ...
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As the holiday season approaches, one is tempted to use a Dickensian reference
about spirits past, present and future.
But instead of a holiday classic from 1843, I'm going to haunt you with an earworm from 1981.
Having matriculated in the same y...
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As the holiday season approaches, one is tempted to use a Dickensian reference about spirits past, present and future. But instead of a holiday classic from 1843, I'm going to haunt you with an earworm from 1981. Having matriculated in the same year th...
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