I'm Alida Lee
Overachieving first daughter
Serial charge-taker (even when on one asked)
chief whimsy officer of my household
I've always taken things that were already good and made them great. This is good...but what if we added glitter? If I had to wear sunglasses, they would be pink heart sunglasses. If I had to carry a notebook, it would by My Little Pony. Typical diva behavior.
When I was 18 I worked at a record store called Paradise Records. Everyone hated doing inventory, but not me. I loved it, because everyone out front could find exactly what they needed, because I was the one who would
do it right. I was already building command centers. Mine were just made of CDs.
Years later I was employee number one at a growing company. Every password, every login, every decision lived in my head. It feels good to be needed, right up until you can't leave. I knew I needed to make a change when I was sitting in my car in a parking lot, working, while my kid's activity happened forty feet away without me.
After I left, someone else became the Alida. Then someone else. And then someone else.
The bottleneck was never the person. It was how the work was organized.
"they" say you have a hiring problem. I go after the setup that keeps burning out your best team members.
Which is why I can walk into your building and, in ten minutes flat, tell you something true about your own company that took me nine years to learn to see — and say it out loud without anybody getting defensive.
