Dorie Morgan is a 2005 graduate from Muhlenberg College and currently lives in the Philadelphia Suburbs with her husband, Brian. Currently, Dorie works for a small pharmaceutical contract manufacturer/consulting organization, where she is fairly certain her job title does not match her job function but has discovered that nagging is, in fact, a marketable job skill. She is passionate about small business and local organizations as the key to suburban living and is available as a freelance writer.
Her mother would like you to know that Dorie marches to the beat of her own drummer (but she will only tell you that if she thinks Dorie is not within earshot).
Dorie is a sister of Phi Mu Fraternity, an Ayn Rand enthusiast and a member of The Well. She believes she can make an impact in her community by attending township meetings even though she is usually the only person in the room under 65. In her free time, she enjoys painting, writing and spending time with her loved ones. She also enjoys making inappropriate remarks to strangers.
Dorie Morgan's blog is Dorie Morgan's Rising Up.
At the majority of industry events I attend, I find that I am the youngest person in the room by at least ten years. Most of the people I will chat with will be old enough to be my parent. That’s okay but being baby in the room can be a double edged sword. I […]
I suck at finding mentors. I hate asking people to mentor me. I don’t know how to do it without it becoming awkward. And I secretly fear that the person I’m asking will laugh and say no.
The problem with a stupid idea is that it cripples you. Especially when you keep the idea to yourself. If an idea lurks solely in your head, no one will be able to correct you when it’s horrible or guide you to success when you are on the right path.
My friends are all married or have babies. Some of them are divorced. And some of them are working on their PhD’s. But those are not the signs of adulthood that disturb me.
So maybe after reading last week’s post, you have realized that you are, in fact, the office asshole. Maybe you had no clue before. Maybe you didn’t care before. But now you know and now you want to do something to fix it.
One of the men in my office seems to think he’s an authority on everything, even though he complains constantly that he doesn’t know how things work. He has other problems, too. Here are four of them.
We can talk about abortion, gay marriage, separation of church and state, tax policy, polygamy, etc. on a regular basis. The problem comes when we put the names on those things–without “Democrat” or “Republican” labels, we were able to really discuss what was at the heart of the issue.
When you think about all of the things you need to do during the week, just as basic aspects of life, how is it possible to consistently work 65 hours a week? And when work gets really hectic, is it possible to have any hope of a home life?
Adventures in First Time Home Buying: Could you please tell me more about the dead body in the room?
There was a dead body in my new house. Granted, the house isn’t really mine yet. The house won’t be mine until August 15th. But it feels like mine.
We did it. Last night, we put a bid in on the one. We signed a lot of papers, had a heart attack as we wrote a check and then listened to the real estate agent tell us that buying your first home is a lot like realizing you are dating the person you want to marry.
