Brag!: The Art of Tooting Your Own Horn without Blowing It by Peggy KlausThis was one of the books recommended in Nice Girls Dont Get the Corner Office, and its right along the same lines, but it focuses specifically on self-promotion. It might just as easily have been called How to Talk So Employers Will Listen and is full of bragologues to give you the gist. Here are the keys to a good bragologue: (1) tell it like a story (2) be enthusiastic about the subject and (3) sprinkle in your contribution to it along the way.
Heres my sample bragologue: I never thought of myself as a numbers/accounting person; I was decidedly a word person. But my most challenging responsibility in my present job is to prepare estate tax returns. I was thrown into it, sink or swim, and not only did I learn to swim, I actually enjoy it. I like taking all those chaotic financial records the clients provide and turning them into a coherent report good enough for the eyes of the tax authorities. Basically, I enjoy the feeling of a job well done.
Heres another. My daily commute is an hour and a half each way, and I spend most of it reading. My tastes are pretty eclectic, not what youd expect from a Hasidic woman. Thats why I cite so many books in ordinary conversation. Reading is a big part of my life.
So now youve got an inkling of what this book has to teach, and if you dont feel like reading the whole thing, you can go to the website at www.bragbetter.com and download the Take 12 questionnaire. The book is a little repetitive, but Im grateful for the bragologues. May Hashem help that I get to use a few in job interviews.
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Psych Lens. Storytelling is fun. We enjoy sharing our own successes in life. Parents do this most of the time. They are proud of the success of their sons or daughters.
Maybe you think it's OK to communicate how estranged you feel when the other person brags, or that you'd prefer to connect with them. Maybe.
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As a child I always bragged about things that I thought would impress others: how good my grades were, things I had done, popular kids I hung out with. Having people think well of me was so important that I even lied just to impress others. When I was 17 I was living in Miami Beach in an apartment with my mom. From time to time I dated girls who visited Miami Beach on vacation. One time I remember driving past my aunt's beautiful house and saying to the girl, "That's where I live. Living in the luxurious waterfront house meant that I was someone special, and that's how I wanted others to view me. For most of my life I didn't see my bragging as a problem.