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Uma das características da “Geração Y” é de ser composta por pessoas sonhadoras e isso é muito bom. Sonhar eleva o espírito e torna o ser mais forte, propenso a conquistar novos patamares. Esse sonho foi e ainda é muito gerado pela tecnologia disponível, capaz de fazer coisas antes inimagináveis e agora, possíveis ao alcance de um clique. Para tudo que se imagina, cria-se um layout na tela do 
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O ano de 2011 foi bastante cansativo. Mas foi muito positivo também. Foi um ano repleto de desafios, com trabalho, casa, família, estudos, treinamentos, viagens, filantropia, futebol, etc... e também repleto de realizações. Como diz o enunciado deste blog, houve vitórias e derrotas, experiências positivas e negativas, situações alegres e traumáticas... mas todas com alguma 
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Passei toda a minha infância na frente da televisão. Embora eu também tenha jogado bola na rua, soltado pipa e andado de carrinhos de rolimã, admito que a televisão era o computador e o vídeo game da minha época. Era de lá que nossas mães tentavam nos arrancar no final da tarde, para podermos tomar banho e jantar. E na maioria das vezes, a programação preferida era “desenho animado”.
Posso dizer
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Faz duas semanas, escrevi sobre a diferença entre Chefe e Mentor, num ambiente profissional. Naquele dia, algumas pessoas de minha empresa comentaram o assunto confirmando esse pensamento. Um dos colegas falou que, embora saiba que seu líder quer sempre o seu sucesso, em alguns momentos vê como se estivessem puxando um cabo de guerra, hora pro mesmo lado, hora de lados opostos. No dia seguinte, 
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Paulo Coelho diz que “quando a gente quer de verdade, o universo conspira a nosso favor”. Essa frase, embora seja da autoria de um homem que se diz bruxo, certamente é unanimidade entre todos os setores que tentam explicar o cotidiano, ainda que se troquem os substantivos para melhor adequá-la. Mas, será que realmente a força do pensamento move montanhas?
Quando eu tinha 13 anos, freqüentava a 
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Leila Lopes, miss Universo 2011
Hoje é o “Dia da Consciência Negra no Brasil”. Devido a esse feriado, temos ouvido muitas matérias sobre o preconceito no mercado de trabalho. Encontramos estatísticas dizendo que o homem negro tem média salarial 50% menor do que a 
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Muitos dizem que a adolescência é a fase mais crítica da vida. Geralmente é  um período em que o jovem desafia os pais, deixa de tê-los como referência e  muda completamente seu comportamento. Mas conduzir seus filhos a idade adulta de  maneira saudável é também uma forma de colocar a prova a sua liderança. E a  primeira pergunta que precisaria ser respondida é: porque os jovens são  rebeldes?

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Conforme o ângulo que se olha, a imagem pode mudar

Numa versão menos conhecida de “A Bela Adormecida”, a bruxa do Mal, enfurecida por não ter sido convidada para a festa de batismo da princesa, vinga-se jogando um feitiço que a faria dormir por cem anos. E somente no final da história descobre-se que o convite havia sido enviado sim, mas que por um mero acidente, tinha ficado por um século 
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Acredito que seja muito difícil encontrar alguém quem já não tenha dito ou ouvido essa frase pelo menos uma dezena de vezes ao longo da vida. Eu me lembro de, numa ocasião, te-la ouvido de uma colega de faculdade, que se referia justamente ao perfil que cada um temos como líder ou como liderados. Mas para que ninguém pegue no 
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Sabotar o trabalho de uma empresa concorrente é algo relativamente comum no mercado. Embora seja uma ação totalmente sem ética, percebemos que as empresas agem assim, ainda que de forma velada. Falar mal do concorrente ou adversário vem sendo algo corriqueiro no dia a dia do mundo corporativo. Na década passada, uma emissora de TV claramente se valeu desse recurso. Bastava que um apresentador 
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Desde criança, eu acho que sempre fui um sujeito empreendedor. Lembro-me de diversas oportunidades em que criei situações para arranjar uns trocados. Na quarta-série eu fazia os melhores aviõezinhos de papel e cobrava dos colegas para ensiná-los a fazerem ou mesmo vendia os meus. Em 83 virou moda o uso das pulseirinhas de crochê e óbvio que eu aprendi a fazê-las, gerando com isso uma pequena 
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Já fiz audiometria e o resultado foi positivo. Isso quer dizer que eu não sou surdo. Mas todas as vezes que vou em lanchonetes "fast food", principalmente daquelas em que o atendente tem as frases pré estipuladas (rúcula, alface, tomate?), eu tenho dificuldade de entender. Na verdade, entendo por dedução, levo alguns segundos para processar. Às vezes, não entendo mesmo, nem depois de alguns 
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O mundo moderno tem gerado alguns personagens interessantes. Alguns deles são repetidamente citados neste blog, afinal, a maioria está também presente nas empresas. Numa crônica antiga eu falava sobre o profissional que se dá o direito a estar de mau humor e deixava no ar a questão de que motivo levaria alguém a decidir viver assim. A resposta é que cada um chama atenção da forma que pode. Da 
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Pra quem não lembra, Mandiopã era um salgadinho muito popular nos anos 80, a base de mandioca e que tomava forma ao ser mergulhado no óleo quente. Nessa mesma época, o livro "Feliz Ano Velho", de Marcelo Rubens Paiva, fazia sucesso entre os jovens por ser um dos primeiros a serem liberados pela censura militar trazendo palavrões e passagens mais picantes. Este livro e o "Eu, Cristiane F., 13 
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Em qualquer lugar que você pense em viver, frequentar ou trabalhar, encontrará uma coisa em comum: pessoas reclamando de outras ou tentando livrar-se delas. As diferenças nem sempre são toleradas e os conflitos surgem por motivos idiotas, mas surgem. A constatação que eu fiz ao longo de alguns anos é que a gente tolera quem a gente gosta e, as vezes, até fica esperando por um pequeno deslize 
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