Lesson #7 of the 12 Lessons of Christmas: Under Promise. Over Deliver.
Back in an old client-facing role I had a few years ago, our Client Services team had a motto: Under Promise. Over Deliver. The idea was to set low expectations with your clients, so you will continually exceed their initial expectations.
This concept can be applied to all facets of life. Not only does it keep your whining clients at bay, it teaches you to learn to set the bar low for all sorts of parts of your life, especially dating. When what seems like Prince Charming living in Venice from OkCupid turns out to be an overweight slob living in the Valley, you won’t be so disappointed.
Lesson #6 of the 12 Lessons of Christmas: It is a Small, Small World.
Recently, I found myself at a birthday brunch sitting next to the girlfriend of a short guy I had dated over 2 years ago. It turns that they had started dating shortly after he and I stopped seeing each other, which goes to show that we all have our Good Luck Chuck encounters.
As I chatted with her and sipped mimosas, I realized she was quite a delight and that I could see how they were well-suited for each other. She was also far more petite than I am and much more of a match for short guy — height-wise. I kept it to myself that I had once schtooped her boyfriend, although I think she connected the dots on her own.
I’ve said it once, I’ve indeed said it twice, and my goodness – LA is a small, small place.
I recently learned recently that I will become an aunt. I will keep the details minimal. A boy is due in Chicago in the Spring and I cannot wait to spoil the crap out of him. I have a wardrobe of USC baby gear ready and many tales of how to treat women correctly. The reality is that I have an entire blog of “how not to date” to teach him.
This was surprising news to hear so I will call this Christmas Lesson #5: Expect the Unexpected.
Sleep is the best ever thing to happen to me besides sex. Sex followed by sleep is even better. But these days, I’ll settle for one good night’s sleep.
I can’t legitimately remember the last time I had a good night’s rest. I have been cursed as a light sleeper since childhood. So when I stay in a hotel room (like I did in Chicago for a few days), and someone stomps above my head for hours at a time — I’m up.
These days, my stress level is through the roof, and I regularly dream/have nightmares about Excel formulas. This is not a legitimate nor sane way to live your life.
So I have learned to appreciate those quiet nights where I actually get 8 hours of sound sleep. They are far and few in between, so when they do occur, I am in the best mood possible. For all you new parents out there who get no sleep at all — you are braver people than I will ever be (and also the reason I will probably never have children).
Lesson #3 of the 12 Lessons of Christmas: Go with the Flow.
In the midst of the pouring rain in Los Angeles and the prior sub-20 degree weather in Chicago, it never occurred to me that perhaps I should pack a bathing suit for the hot tub during my impromptu trip to Palm Springs. Upon my arrival to Palm Springs, my friends informed that despite the 40 degree at night temperatures, we would be venturing to the hot tub.
Not wanting to miss out on the fun, I promptly stripped down to my black underwear and bra and hopped in the jacuzzi. I also swam laps in the pool and participated in a drunken version of volleyball. If anyone (or security) judged my indecency, they certainly kept their opinions to themselves.
And I smiled the entire time. So go with the flow — you’ll never know where it will take you.