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Don't equate activity with efficiency. You are paying your key people to see the big picture. Don't let them get bogged down in a lot of meaningless meetings and paper shuffling. Announce a Friday afternoon off once in a while. Cancel a Monday morning meeting or two. Tell the cast of characters you'd like them to spend the amount of time normally spent preparing for attending the meeting at their desks, simply thinking about an original idea.
The way he hated Sundays because they were always followed by a Monday, and a job that you hate will always destroy a Sunday.
Carolyn T. Dingman (Cancel the Wedding)
With Delta Air Lines securing a 4.3 percent stake in Hanjin Kal (180640) in the U.S., the Kangseongbu Fund (KCGI) has been on the defensive as it is known to have participated as a friend of Hanjin Group. As Delta Air Lines has financial power, observers say it will not be easy for KCGI to win the stake showdown. Some expect the KCGI to ponder the collection of funds, but the KCGI is not true at all.
Oh Jong-taek, a reporter at the Ministry of National Security, was confirmed to have secretly observed the first press briefing explaining how the North Korean fishing boat was docked at Samcheok Port, raising suspicions that there might have been prior coordination between the Defense Ministry and Cheong Wa Dae.
According to authorities on Monday, the officer, who was dispatched to Cheong Wa Dae as an active-duty Navy colonel, attended by officials from the Ministry of National Defense and the Joint Chiefs of Staff on Thursday.
U.S. President Donald Trump, who bombed Syria in 2017 and 2018, ordered an air strike against Iran on Tuesday, but abruptly canceled it, according to reports. It was not clear why he canceled the raid, and inside the White House, there was a heated debate over how to respond to the drone strike.
The New York Times reported that President Trump did not meet at the White House.
Oh Jong-taek, a reporter
Looks like they might cancel school on Monday. Woot!
Information like this coming from Lucy is generally pretty reliable, since she happens to live right next door to Mrs. Crawford, the principal of Magnolia Branch High.
Yay, I can sit home and watch more Weather Channel! I text back.
This is an intervention--step away from the TV! NOW!
I laugh aloud at that. It’s such a typical Lucy-like thing to say.
My mom’s worried about you. Wants you to pack up and come over here.
Can’t. But Ryder’s coming over if the storm gets bad.
Lucy’s next text is just a line of googly eyes.
Not funny, I type, even though it kind of us.
You two can plan your wedding menu. Choose your linens. Stuff like that, she texts, followed by a smiley face.
I gaze at my phone with a frown. Also not funny.
Kristi Cook (Magnolia (Magnolia Branch, #1))
The beginning of the end came in 1947, when ABC vice president Ed Boroff canceled the quarter-hour format. Boroff had been critical of juvenile cliffhangers for some time, and one particular Armstrong episode contained all the elements he had long disdained. Jack had bailed out of an airplane wearing a suit of armor and a parachute. The chute didn’t open, but wait!—there was a backup chute! When the second chute failed, there was Jack, encased in steel, plummeting to earth late one Friday afternoon, leaving his fans in the lurch until Monday. It was too much, Boroff decided: the serial had to go. Two weeks later, Jack Armstrong became a watered-down half-hour. It was never the same after that. Gone was the breathless pace, the sense of wonder.
John Dunning (On the Air: The Encyclopedia of Old-Time Radio)
While the phone was handy, I also called Wendy and got her mother again. She said that Wendy had a sore throat and couldn’t talk.
I wasn’t about to quit that easily. “Can she listen?” I asked. “I’ll do the talking, and she can tap once for yes and twice for no.” Mrs. Westfall laughed. “I’m serious. Can she do that?”
“Only for a minute. I’ll get her.”
The next thing I heard was a whispered, “Hi.”
“No talking,” Mrs. Westfall called out.
“Hi, Wendy. Did your mom tell you the code? One tap for yes, two for no, three if you’re being held prisoner against your will.” Three quick taps from her. “That’s what I figured. Well, you haven’t missed much at school. Same old stuff. Somebody tried to assassinate Mr. Crowell, but he was wearing a bulletproof vest. And then when the cops came, they found marijuana growing in the teacher’s lounge. But all the evidence was destroyed in the fire. I guess you heard that the whole junior class was trapped in the auditorium and got wiped out. All except for Delbert Markusson. He was out in the parking lot, sneaking a smoke. So Delbert’s now junior class president. He’s also vice-president and secretary. He says the junior prom may be canceled, or he may have it over at his house—if he can find a date.”
“Wind it up,” Mrs. Westfall said.
“Are you going to be back tomorrow?” Two taps. “How about Monday?” One loud tap. “I’m going to San Francisco this weekend. Shall I send you a postcard?” Tap. “I’ll see you on Monday.” She tapped, then hung up.
“Are you in love with Eddie Carter?” I said into the dead phone. I gave the receiver a loud slap.
P.J. Petersen (The Freshman Detective Blues)