My annex is occupied by two young French women. They seem very nice. I think the idea must have been to get jobs and learn the language, but, by the sounds of it, they are usually at home. Continue reading Fear of Rejection or Cutting Your Nose to Spite Your Face
I noticed that one of my colleagues on the course had signed up to be a mentor with a company called Everwise. (Nice name. Bit cocky.) Continue reading Mentoring and a Fairy Light
Treated myself to a pedicure today – I’ll be amongst strangers and barefoot over the weekend, and I can barely reach my feet to do it myself. Continue reading Not Knowing What To Think
Travelling on my own – seeing people like I used to be: stressed.
When I missed the train into town from the airport by less than a second and it, with relentless Teutonic efficiency, closed on my nose and drew away on the dot, I didn’t tell myself I was stupid for being slow, or that it was unfair. I found somewhere to sit in that featureless underground station and I read my book (Arnold Bennett’s Old Wives’ Tale, if you’re interested, and I’m loving it). A family next to me also missed the train. The parents spoke with strained voices, blaming one another. That used to be me. Horrible. Continue reading Footloose And Fancy Free
I listen to Radio 4. All day, and even at night when it switches to the World Service. I hardly ever turn off, even when I wake at about 3am and inexplicably hear songs being sung for toddlers. (Really? At that time of night? Yes.) Well, it helps me get back to sleep. Rarely, it gets too much (the same drama for the third time), and then I turn to iPlayer, mostly. Continue reading The Police Make Two Appearances
The more you do, the more you see. The more interests you have, the more things interest you. Obviously. Continue reading Healing Portrait
I’m back to thinking about serendipity and networking, though both have featured in previous posts. In the context of interviews. And framing things. Continue reading Framing