Chelsea E. Carlson
Visual designer. Data illustrator. Brand builder.


All in a Day's Work: Data Viz of My Work Day

Time – like elusive left socks and car keys – is difficult to keep track of.

We try to save time, make time, manage time and make up for lost time. At work (especially in a fast-growing startup) there’s a lot of pressure to get a superhuman amount of work done in a very human amount of time.

So in an effort to understand where all my time goes, I decided to keep track of everything I did at work for a day. Every time I switched programs, every hilarious Slack gif that crossed my screen, each conversation and all my coffee breaks were carefully tracked in my messy notebook.

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Sorry, Not Sorry: An Experiment in Tracking Apologies

Beyond the ubiquitous #SorryNotSorry (now available as footwear) the apology has recently gained attention following this semi-controversial Pantene ad. The ad challenges women to not over apologize (especially at work) and inspired a flurry of like-minded articles.

The sorry — which Jessica Bennett brilliantly referred to as a “a tyrannical lady-crutch” — is a way to casually diffuse a situation, cover your politeness bases, and generally look like the nice girl. As a woman just entering the workforce in a post-Lean In* world, it’s hard not to wonder if my apologizing could be hurting me professionally or at the very least undermining the sincerity of my real apologies.

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What Happens When You Quit Facebook? My Data Driven Answer

For this first little data experiment I’m tackling my casual Facebook addiction. I say casual because I wouldn’t call myself a very active Facebook user, but I find myself spending an inordinate amount of time there. To find out what I’d actually miss, I decided to deactivate my account and track every time I needed it, missed out on something or absentmindedly visited it. 

Deactivating my account turned out to be a bit of a hassle. Facebook does everything it can to convince you not to deactivate, including using pictures of your friends to beg you to stay. Once I made it past the smiling faces of my friends and family, I was Facebook free! 

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