Stop Losing Your Best People

June 20th, 2011

Stop Losing Your Best People

As the economy begins to pick back up, your top performers may end up getting offers from other companies.  In past downturns and recoveries, many talented people jumped ship, especially when they perceived there was more opportunity elsewhere.

So what can you do to retain your best people?

The key is to identify your top performers, stay close to them, and work on finding rewards that work for them.  Here are few tips:

Pay attention. Show your employees that you value them and their contributions. Tailor HR and benefit programs to meet the needs of your unique workforce. This may mean moving to flex time, PTO, or offering more choices in healthcare plans and adding any other unconventional policies.

Teach, coach…lead the flock. Provide ongoing training. Have an open door policy. Provide mentoring and opportunities that your competitors do not offer. Lead by example and follow through on your promises.

Ensure your company’s goals are in line with your employee reward system. Set clear expectations on how you will reward top performers.

Ask and you shall receive. Ask your top people why they like working at your company. Ask them why they stay. And ask them what they’d do differently. Use their feedback to make improvements. On the other hand, when someone leaves your company, ask them what made them make this decision. Knowing is half the battle.

Once again Dilbert gets it wacky right…….

February 8th, 2011

Interesting quote from Prague

November 23rd, 2009

Josef Janicek, whose band Plastic People of the Universe, were partialy responsible for the Velvet Revolution and the ovethrow of communism in Czechoslovakia wote an interesting lyric I wanted to post related to the regression of the gocvernment. He wrote:

“They are afraid of he old people for their memories,

They are afraid of young people for their innocence.

They are afraid of typewriters.

So why are we afraid of them?”

What a great insight into repressive govenments and their fears?

File Under Duh’ – Using Marijuana Stores to Market Food

November 5th, 2009

Found this in the NYTimes and just had to say, Duh.  Way to go TDA Advertising and Design.

Using Marijuana Stores to Market Food


Published: November 4, 2009

AFTER Attorney General Eric H. Holder Jr. announced in March that he would end the Bush administration practice of frequently raiding medical marijuana dispensaries, the dispensaries have been growing, appropriately enough, like weeds.

Among the 14 states with medical marijuana laws, Colorado has experienced particularly brisk growth in the stores. From fewer than two dozen dispensaries in the state in January, there are now more than 60 just in Denver and nearby Boulder, and more than 10,000 registered medical marijuana patients statewide, according to reports in Westword, a Denver alternative weekly.

When Westword announced recently that it would hire a registered patient to write reviews of the dispensaries (for a column called “Mile Highs and Lows”), it received 400 applications, according to Patricia Calhoun, its editor. And dispensary owners — called ganjapreneurs in a recent headline in the weekly — are placing ads, accounting for nearly seven pages of advertising in a recent 92-page issue.

Now a business that has nothing to do with cannabis is aiming its ads at medical marijuana patients. A new print ad — by TDA Advertising and Design of Boulder — for Hapa Sushi, a restaurant chain based in Boulder, features a map of Denver and Boulder with 63 dots. Four dots are red, representing the four Hapa locations, and the remaining 59 are blue, representing medical marijuana dispensaries, some of which, it turns out, are just a stone’s throw from the restaurants. The ad was to appear Thursday in the Denver/Boulder edition of The Onion and in Westword later in the month.

“We’re just kind of saying, ‘Look, these dispensaries exist and they’re becoming part of our community, so let’s welcome them in and have some fun,’ ” said Mark Van Grack, owner of Hapa Sushi, a privately held, 10-year-old chain. “If you’re going to smoke pot, you’re going to get the munchies, so come to Hapa to eat.”

Elegy for Martin MacDonald

May 6th, 2009

Martin MacDonald was a dear friend and a fun business partner.  We worked together for 15 years in a variety of ways.  He died a few weeks ago and I want to say farewell.  His favorite poem is below.  Read it and you’ll know more about Martin.  He was a bit of a Tilter at Windmills and that’s one of the many things that made him so charming!

If     by Rudyard Kipling – (1865-1936)

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;


If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;

If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!


Godspeed Martin

Marvel at writers who can evoke……..

March 20th, 2009

It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

Mark Twain

Mark Twain


I would have said that’s the feeling I have this week, if I knew how to say that.  Thank goodness we have copy and paste!  Thanks Mark/Samuel!

The T-Mobile Dance – Made me smile!

February 27th, 2009

And it should you as well, if you have a heart in your chest and two lips!

Oh, and eyes to watch the thing on youtube!


T-Mobile staged this “spontaneous” dance in Liverpool Station in London on january 15th. Great idea and wonderful execution. Satchi & Statchi created.  Way to go S&S

Taps for my father

February 12th, 2009

Jack Tucker circa 1998, 1942 & 2003


    My father died in 2004.  It was time.  He had led a good and full life.  I gave the eulogy at his funeral and didn’t muck it up too bad. Then….then the  following happened, just like my cousin David Tucker wrote:  



     The program said “Honors by Marine Corps.”  Wait, he was a Marine?    WWII? He never said much about it to me, nothing, in fact.  He’d drive up to Parris Island when he was on vacation to just visit and get nostalgic.  I don’t believe it.  The mild mannered Jack Tucker, who hardly ever raised his voice, and certainly never in my presence, was a leatherneck, a jarhead?

         I sat in silence in my pew, listening for what I was sure was going to be some hokey reservists making a mockery of the mass, which up to that point had been reverent, joyful and even a bit solemn.

         Not a sound, for minutes, or was it hours?  I couldn’t hear anything.  No footsteps, no cadence being counted, then, the scuff of a shoe.  It was all I could do not to turn my head and look up the aisle to the back of the Cathedral – where were these guys and what were they doing? Finally, they started by; movement, black, blue, red stripe, white gloves, gliding silently past my elbow and up to the front aisle.

         They slid past us, single file, bugler in front, then two more enlisted men and finally the captain.  Moving, turning, comfortable, confident, not missing a beat or a column left, un-spoken commands, cadence, sharp and smooth.

         They passed in front of the pew, did another left and I watched the cpt. march in place as the other three moved up the left aisle a ways and halted.  Someone had folded an American flag over the front of the side pews and the two EM’s guided on that until they halted as one.

         The bugler turned and brought the bugle to his lips.  I held my breath.  I can’t do taps without crying, thinking of all those who have gone before, men and women who have fought and died for us, for me.  My dad, Jack’s brother, Stanley, who fought in WWII as a Navy Commander and harbor pilot.  Playing Hearts on the train back from SF and finishing the 100th game as the train pulled into Baltimore.  Today was different.  I held on, biting my lip.  Damn, it was hard. 

         The sound was sweet, pure and low.  No ear-blasting, missed notes, no spit dripping from the valve.  Then it was over.  The Cathedral echoed with the sounds, slowly dying, like Jack.

         The flag detail waited for a moment, and then lifted the flag off the railing and stood, holding it taut and level.   It was a bit hokey, since it had a gold fringe around the edge.  Somebody forgot to bring the official “flag you get buried with”, from the VA, and this was the church’s flag.  It didn’t matter, the marines treated it with utmost respect, like the symbol it was.  They folded in perfect silence and style.  You’ve seen it in the movies and on TV, but not like this.  After the two sergeants had done the folding, and tucking and shaping, the senior Sgt. saluted the flag in the junior’s gloved hands.  What was this all about?  Then the junior handed it to his senior and did the same thing.  I got it and gulped.  Man, this wasn’t getting any easier.

         The senior Sgt. must have held the salute for a full ten count before recovering.  Turning smartly about face, he slowly marched to the commander, carrying the flag as though it was the most important thing on earth.  He halted in front of the Captain, who saluted as well, before receiving the flag triangle and stepping off to a position in front of Jack’s son, Guy, sitting directly in front of me.

         The captain held the flag out to Guy and said “Sir, on behalf of the President of the United States and the Commandant of the Marine Corps, please accept this flag as a token of our appreciation for your loved one’s service.  Semper Fidelis.”

         I couldn’t hear Guy’s response, as I was trying to keep the storm from bursting out all over me.  My ears were ringing and I was shaking with emotion.  Guy later told me he didn’t know how to respond, so he did the only thing he could and repeated what Jack used to say:  “Semper Fi.”  That says it all.

         Jack Tucker, faithful husband, father, mentor, coach, Chubb guy, advocate, photographer, friend, uncle, grandfather.  Semper Fi, Jack.

2008 Super Bowl Predictions

January 30th, 2009

The spots will be better than the game again.  

The commercials will be less extravagent and more touching in keeping with our National Economic mood.

Patty’s chili will be delicious!

The story about Kurt Warner’s grocery bagging days will get old before the game!

The amount of water flushed through America’s toilets during the Super Bowl half time is the equivalent of seven minutes of water flowing over Niagara Falls (according to Roto-Rooter).

No game will match Super Bowl lll when Joe Namath guaranteed his teams victory.  Read about it here:

I won’t win the neighborhood bet this year either dagnabit!

Great Great spot from Weiden and Kennedy for Career Builder!

January 30th, 2009

If you haven’t seen this yet, you owe it to yourself to take a look!

But, come back and read the rest of my Blog!