Why Employees Don’t Work to Full Capacity
Many workplace studies show that at least 25% of workers said they were capable of doing 50% more work. On average, they estimated they could do 26% more. Why don’t they? About a third mentioned one or more of the following explanations:1. Not being involved in decision making.2. The lack of a reward for good performance.e is going to forget that the basement has already flooded numerous times during a good rainstorm and that the attic window has been missing since her oldest son was inspired by an episode from Superman. And those fruit trees you’re salivating over...be aware that your future landlady has become accustomed to filling her pantry with fresh-bottled produce, and will most likely sneak over in the dead of night to harvest the fruit before you’re even aware it’s ripe.

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Having spent the greater part of my early married life in rental units, I have become somewhat of an expert on the dos and don’t and look-out-fors. Most of the apartments we rented had pretty straightforward contracts and since most of our neighbors were about our same age and circumstance, there were few surprises.

However, if you choose to lease a unit in a building with a more eclectic populace, you might want to consider a few things. For instance, can the sweet little old lady who will be living above you remember that she’s turned on the water in the bathtub before making a long-distance phone call to her grandchildren in Maine…and…how quickly can your ceiling and carpet be replaced?

There is also the matter of elevator maintenance. Can’t it be scheduled during a more convenient hour? Trying to take your daughter down the stairs in her wheelchair while her school bus is waiting…and while you’re wearing heels…can effectively ruin your whole day, especially when you complete the journey on your backside.

If you have your heart set on leasing a real house though, things are going to get a little more dicey. For example. If you want to live in the country and plant a garden, make sure your landlord who lives next door does not own a herd of pigs that prefer tomatoes and lettuce to the slop they normally are served.

But the real trap I urge you with every fiber of my being to avoid is renting from a widow who grew up, and gave birth to all her children, in the house you’re about to fall in love with. We are talking a fierce emotional attachment here. Run away…now! Save yourself!

OK. If you insist, let’s start with the lease agreement. I don’t care how honest and sweet this lady seems, get an attorney to look at the contract…and keep him on retainer! Be sure to inspect the house from attic to dismal basement and take note of everything out of order. Odds are, she is going to forget that the basement has already flooded numerous times during a good rainstorm and that the attic window has been missing since her oldest son was inspired by an episode from Superman. And those fruit trees you’re salivating over...be aware that your future landlady has become accustomed to filling her pantry with fresh-bottled produce, and will most likely sneak over in the dead of night to harvest the fruit before you’re even aware it’s ripe.

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le old lady who will be living above you remember that she’s turned on the water in the bathtub before making a long-distance phone call to her grandchildren in Maine…and…how quickly can your ceiling and carpet be replaced?

There is also the matter of elevator maintenance. Can’t it be scheduled during a more convenient hour? Trying to take your daughter down the stairs in her wheelchair while her school bus is waiting…and while you’re wearing heels…can effectively ruin your whole day, especially when you complete the journey on your backside.

If you have your heart set on leasing a real house though, things are going to get a little more dicey. For example. If you want to live in the country and plant a garden, make sure your landlord who lives next door does not own a herd of pigs that prefer tomatoes and lettuce to the slop they normally are served.

But the real trap I urge you with every fiber of my being to avoid is renting from a widow who grew up, and gave birth to all her children, in the house you’re about to fall in love with. We are talking a fierce emotional attachment here. Run away…now! Save yourself!

OK. If you insist, let’s start with the lease agreement. I don’t care how honest and sweet this lady seems, get an attorney to look at the contract…and keep him on retainer! Be sure to inspect the house from attic to dismal basement and take note of everything out of order. Odds are, she is going to forget that the basement has already flooded numerous times during a good rainstorm and that the attic window has been missing since her oldest son was inspired by an episode from Superman. And those fruit trees you’re salivating over...be aware that your future landlady has become accustomed to filling her pantry with fresh-bottled produce, and will most likely sneak over in the dead of night to harvest the fruit before you’re even aware it’s ripe.

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ur whole day, especially when you complete the journey on your backside.

If you have your heart set on leasing a real house though, things are going to get a little more dicey. For example. If you want to live in the country and plant a garden, make sure your landlord who lives next door does not own a herd of pigs that prefer tomatoes and lettuce to the slop they normally are served.

But the real trap I urge you with every fiber of my being to avoid is renting from a widow who grew up, and gave birth to all her children, in the house you’re about to fall in love with. We are talking a fierce emotional attachment here. Run away…now! Save yourself!

OK. If you insist, let’s start with the lease agreement. I don’t care how honest and sweet this lady seems, get an attorney to look at the contract…and keep him on retainer! Be sure to inspect the house from attic to dismal basement and take note of everything out of order. Odds are, she is going to forget that the basement has already flooded numerous times during a good rainstorm and that the attic window has been missing since her oldest son was inspired by an episode from Superman. And those fruit trees you’re salivating over...be aware that your future landlady has become accustomed to filling her pantry with fresh-bottled produce, and will most likely sneak over in the dead of night to harvest the fruit before you’re even aware it’s ripe.

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m a widow who grew up, and gave birth to all her children, in the house you’re about to fall in love with. We are talking a fierce emotional attachment here. Run away…now! Save yourself!

OK. If you insist, let’s start with the lease agreement. I don’t care how honest and sweet this lady seems, get an attorney to look at the contract…and keep him on retainer! Be sure to inspect the house from attic to dismal basement and take note of everything out of order. Odds are, she is going to forget that the basement has already flooded numerous times during a good rainstorm and that the attic window has been missing since her oldest son was inspired by an episode from Superman. And those fruit trees you’re salivating over...be aware that your future landlady has become accustomed to filling her pantry with fresh-bottled produce, and will most likely sneak over in the dead of night to harvest the fruit before you’re even aware it’s ripe.

One mor

e is going to forget that the basement has already flooded numerous times during a good rainstorm and that the attic window has been missing since her oldest son was inspired by an episode from Superman. And those fruit trees you’re salivating over...be aware that your future landlady has become accustomed to filling her pantry with fresh-bottled produce, and will most likely sneak over in the dead of night to harvest the fruit before you’re even aware it’s ripe.

One more thing. Check with the neighbors who will anxiously tell you that the first tenants are still being sued for not keeping the sporadic patches of lawn in the back yard manicured , and the last family left in terror in the middle of the night after 6 months.

Maybe apartment living isn’t such a bad call huh?