Conversation or Lecture?

I visited an audiologist recently for a scheduled appointment, but I had seen his colleague previously, not him. He lectured me about everything, and I felt it was an “act” he performed for all patients. I had to stop him when he was launching into inner ear biology that had nothing to do with my visit. He was offended. But his being offended was better than my spending an extra hour listening to someone in love with his own voice. …


Alan Weiss’s Monday Morning Memo® – 9/24/18

Alan's Monday Morning Memo

A couple of years ago, I tried to organize one of my elite events in Marrakech. A minority of the attendees refused to go, telling me it was “too dangerous.” These are intelligent people whom I respect, but I knew they were wrong. Would I put my wife and myself in danger (and paying clients!!)? I moved the event, which cost me money but more than that irritated me because of the intransigence. The statistics and stories they turned up …



The Actual Friendly Skies

We’re flying from Marrakesh to Las Palmas in the Canary Islands to connect to Tenerife. The flight is two hours on a prop (ATR72) with about 50 passengers and two flight attendants. They serve non-alcoholic drinks, a sandwich, cookies, mints, and two services of hand cleaners. On the 20-minute flight to Tenerife, the airline serves water, cookies, and a mint, along with the hand cleaners. I’ve been on some one-hour US flights in first class where you’re lucky if you …


Goals

Some people are dentists because their parents were, or they were told it was lucrative, or their friends were, or they couldn’t become doctors. And some people are dentists because they love the career and the calling to help people. Which of them do you want to put a high speed drill in your mouth? Find a career that you’re passionate about and are great at (or can become great at). Use your own metrics for fulfillment, not someone else’s.





In Marrakech

We arrived in Marrakech from Zurich. Having been to 60 countries, this was the worst immigration process I’ve ever seen. Over a thousand people in serpentine lines shuffling forward, most with their faces in their iPhones often neglecting to move. The immigration officers were polite, but had the ridiculous paperwork for each person, as if we were petitioning to get into heaven. At least the luggage was waiting for us when we emerged, but then we had to get into …