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“The Early Bird Gets the Worm, But the Second Mouse Gets the Cheese”

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The Second Mouse Checks Out His Cheese Inventory Photograph is from two Wikipedia sources: Cheese: Zerohund Mouse: Iketsi _______________________ I heard this quote on last night’s Criminal Minds (“The Road Home,” original airdate: January 22, 2014) and thought it was quite hilarious (although not so much for First Mouse). After laughing at the seeming absurdity, I realized that there is much truth in that statement; being First Mouse to approach the trap, filled with a seductive cheese treat, is not a good place to be. Meanwhile, cagey Second Mouse, perhaps sniffing something amiss, awaits in the shadows. Aw, snap! We can all figure out what happens next – Second Mouse wends his way around the corpse of First Mouse and claims his prize... This quote can serve as a metaphor for what happens in the business world, especially in the tech sector. Time and time again, First Mouse builds a site, develops it, and, for a time, enjoys success. Then Second Mouse swoops i

Junk Phone Calls From Charities – What Makes You Think I Want to Donate After You Have Royally Pissed Me Off?

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National Do Not Call Registry _________ It happens again today. I’m sound asleep, and my land line phone rings. A woman from a major charity (so she says) starts in with a scripted appeal for a donation for her “good cause.” I don’t know about you, but (1) I despise these calls because (2) I don’t trust them, (3) and they’re intrusive and annoying. They always seem to come at the wrong time. Groggy and upset at being awakened, I ask to be removed from her calling list, but she keeps saying that if I donate just this one time , she’ll make sure that my name is removed. Yeah, right. I can’t seem to make her understand that I don’t want to donate over the phone; I simply don’t trust her or her motives. Furthermore, I have no wish to continue this conversation. We get into a bit of a snarkfest as I try to tell her (nicely) to get lost. She doesn’t hear a word I’m saying as she robotically attempts getting back on her script. While she’s still talking (yak, yak

Memoir Madness: Driven to Involuntary Commitment