Top 5 Ways to Be Successful When Working Remotely

Working remotely can be tough for some people. I happen to really enjoy it and think I am much more productive on very level.

With technology these days, it makes sense that is option is becoming more common. Plus, from a business point-of-view, it vastly widens your talent pool. What if you find the perfect employee in San Diego, but your office is in Maine. That cross-country move is likely not happening, but with remote access a company doesn’t have to lose out.

That said, I realize that working remotely is not for everyone, and I value face-time with fellow employees and especially customers. Since it does work well for me, I thought I would share my top 5 way to be successful when working remotely.

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I Hate September 10

September 10.

I hate this day. I might even hate it more than I hate tomorrow.

It makes me uncomfortable, anxious and sick-to-my-stomach.

But, it wasn’t until last year, after reading a meme going around Facebook and Instagram, that I completely understood why it made me feel the way I do.

It read:

“At this moment 13 years ago, millions of Americans went to bed quietly, with no thought that the next morning their world would change forever.

That night hundreds packed flight bags they would not live to open. Thousands slept with loved ones for the last time. One never knows what a new day has in store.

Let us live each day to the fullest, and never miss a chance to let those dearest to us know of our love for them.

So TONIGHT if you have someone in your life that you love, tell them …”

I cannot get through that without my tears forming in my eyes.

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My First Writers Workshop

Last weekend I went to my first writers workshop. As a journalist, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but my nerves were high.

I didn’t know anyone, it was two-days and two hours in each direction, so a hotel was involved, and it was in an area I am not too familiar with.

To say I was out of my comfort zone would have been an understatement, but at the same time, that was exactly why I wanted to go.

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A Journalist’s 9/11 Story

Every year this day makes me nauseous, cautious and uncomfortable.

It was 13 years ago today I was walking out of my International Studies class at Ramapo College when I walked into the “fish bowl” and saw everyone looking up, expressionless, at the TV. I stood next to one of the vice presidents and watched the news, not knowing what to make out of everything, but knowing, I needed to be there.

There was no doubt in my mind, I needed to be there telling people’s stories. So many thoughts were running through my head.

“This is historic. This is incomprehensible. This is scary. This is something that is going to change our lives forever.”

I remember not calling my parents, or my relatives, but calling the newspaper I had just finished a summer internship with and asking if they needed any extra help. They asked if I could get into Hoboken. I said, yes, and they sent me. At the time, I wasn’t 21, and I had no clue where Hoboken even was, and Siri wasn’t even a thought then.

As I raced passed my college apartment to throw on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, grab a notebook, phone charger and my keys, one of  my soon-to-be sorority sisters asked where I was going. When I told her, she advised against it, but I said something to the effect of, “don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

Driving down Rt. 17 in Northern Jersey, I  could see the smoke rising from the New York City skyline. My mind was going in every direction as I listened to the radio speculation about what had just happened, as well as thought to myself, “how the heck am I going to find Hoboken?”

While, I didn’t make it to Hoboken, I did make it into Jersey City. From the moment I got close to the water, people who were trying to get as far away as they could; were knocking on my car window asking if I could give them a ride out of there. Someone even asked if they could just take my car.

Instead, I forced my way into a parking lot, locked my car, said a little prayer asking that it would still be there when I got back and headed to the waterfront. I checked in briefly with my editors to see what they needed.

“Get whatever you can. Talk to people getting off the boats, buses. Get their stories. Call us back in a few hours with what you have.”


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James Gandolfini

I normally don’t mark celebrity deaths, but I felt the need to write about James Gandolfini, the star of the hit show “The Sopranos” because he was one of my first “celebrity” interviews when I started out in the journalism field.

It was a Saturday, and he was being honored by Rutgers University into some type of Hall of Fame. I was warned how he really didn’t like to talk with the media, but would be in the room where we were gathered.

Ended up, his college buddy, Mario Batali was being honored as well. Gandolfini was very reserved and spoke very little at first, but was super nice and answered a few of my questions. Then, Batali walked in.

The goofy, lovable chef’s personality filled the small press room at the New Brunswick hotel we were at, and he immediately began joking and teasing with Gandolfini. I heard stories about the antics they used to pull in college, the bars they used to frequent and how they were, ” just a couple of mooks,”

He was humble, reserved and exactly what you hope for in a Hollywood star when you meet them.