A New Day

Hello world.

I felt it important to leave out a better piece of karma so I'm blogging in uncharacteristic succession to my last posting.

It's a sunny Monday following a glorious weekend where I (in not particular order), painted the girl's bathroom a lovely sky blue to match their sassy personalities rather than a rather depressing pale peachy thing; Hung out with my girlies & hubby to attend ballet, a fun math contest (we're geeks) & take the lovelies for a paddle in our local pool; ate fantastic Mediterranean food at a local joint called Dish Dash; drank fantastic wine & a strange waiter driven choice of beer & 7-UP (sounds disgusting but was rather good) & went bowling (& did NOT drink horrid "wine" served at said bowling ally) with my neighbors who also have 2.5 kids all of the same ages. All is well & good.

The point for Friday was really that while this stuff may sound obvious: Data = Value. Data = Currency. No privacy = No value, increased unplanned risk and no new currency sources. It's the Getting It Done bit that sometimes takes screwing up one's courage & never backing down in the face of power struggles and those that love sticking to status quo.

It's a bit messy & it's important to me to communicate that fact along with the other stuff that moves & inspires.

All said, I sincerely thank those of you who reached out a hand of support. I am thankful for your strength & appreciative of your ideas to keep data protection & management on the track of governance & added value.

I will end on a kiddo story as is becoming a bit of a theme for me. This one is from over a year ago, but I keep it close whenever I feel like giving up & giving in.

Data protection is global. Even if we didn't do business around the world (we do), users of data, customers and customers' customers live on every conceivable patch of habitable earth. Given this reality, I have to be on the road more than I would like. (To all you analysts tapping out reports in First Class, I'm the schlump typically crammed in the middle of the largest & often the smelliest people in the back of the plane. Send me a cookie or a drink some time! ;-) )

My daughter, the infamous Miss Thang is old enough to discuss her feelings about everything, & Mom's travel schedule is no exception. One day when she was particularly upset about my not picking her up after school each day, I asked her if she wanted me to quit my job & if that would make her happy. "I don't know. Can I get back to you?" She actually gave it some thought & then said with a bit of an exasperated sigh, "I do want you to be around when I want you, but I don't want you to quit."

"Why?" I said to her. (I was prepared to do her bidding if she really needed it but was greatly relieved to hear that she was okay.)

Miss Thang said, "Well, I \*do\* like the presents from the airports (busted), but most of all, when you talk to your privacy people it makes your face shine."

I hope she didn't look at my face Friday night, but I couldn't put why I do this crazy & sometimes thankless job better than she did. (Note to self, 5 year olds make excellent business coaches if you let them.)

This stuff is important to me because Data = Currency = Value = Social Responsibility. My kids & yours will buy, sell & save data currency & their lives will be either enriched or damaged thereby. If that's not worthy of putting up with a little occasional crud in the workplace, I don't know what is.

In short, I'M BAAAAAACK & I'm not backing down.

Comments:

And this is why you are an inspiration to us all. SH

Posted by Your colleague on June 03, 2008 at 03:05 AM PDT #

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