Monthly Archives: February 2008

Where do all the bikes go?

It does seem to be a curious thing.

Apparently bike crime is big in Cambridge – 24% of crime is related to bike theft or something around that figure. Not quite well-organised-drug-baron-activity but pretty common and possibly not even a shocking revelation given the propensity for two wheeled transport in this town.

However, what is curious is that no one knows where they go. You would think that there would be a well worn path – a supply chain if you like – that could be mapped and followed but alas no.

So while I have reported the loss to the Police, I will be heading to the local bike shop to buy the ugliest, clunkiest bike with an ENORMOUS lock sometime this week.

the bastards stole my bike

I am current wheel less! Someone bastard cut through the chain attaching my bike to a railing…. unbelieveable.

There are bikes everywhere in the city – why did they pick mine?

Turbo Week

Ahhh… I love Sundays! I had the most amazing sleep in this morning and woke to sunshine leaking in through the curtains. Wonderful.
My goodness the week that has just past was quite crazy. Late nights, lectures by Google, one too many glasses of wine, a Queens’ feast, Chinese New year, loads of case studies, a trip to London. No wonder I was tired.

The assignment that definitely characterised the week was the one on Business Transformation.

We were put in new groups of 6 or 7, given the assignment at lunchtime on Thursday, had to submit by midnight and present it the next morning! So pleased that I had a wonderfully, knowledgeable group. I am not very useful after about 10pm no matter how much caffeine I ingest so I was VERY relieved when we submitted at 11.45pm.

Back into JBS for 8.30 to get the presentation speech up to scratch for 10am! A colleague and I were the nominated mouth pieces for the team. It went okay, so back home, go for run, spot of reading, back into JBS for 3.30pm summary and announcement of top two presentations. Convinced that this would not be us – I was out of my suit, with wet hair. Not very professional looking. You can imagine my complete surprise when Group 4 was selected to speak again. Sadly we were not the ultimate winner as judged by the class but hey second was not bad.

So it was just a run of the mill full-on, full-throttle, turbo MBA week.

Bring on the year of the rat!

This is the year of the rat according to the Chinese belief system. And if I remember correctly I am also a rat so hopefully this will align all things in my favour for 2008!

The exposure to different traditions and cultures is one of the ‘value adds’ of the Cambridge MBA.

We have 46 different nationalities in our class of just over 140. So at the very least this is an opportunity to explore the different national celebrations. And that is what we did last night.

We celebrated the beginning of the year of the rat with some wonderful Asian foods (I am addicted to the wonderful homemade dumplings!), received a red envelop from the special god and delighted in classmates singing Karaoke. I am not convinced that Karaoke would be part of the puritans version of new year celebrations in China but it was fun. For those that have heard me sing you will be pleased to here that I refrained from joining the fray; I am one of those people who does not sound good in the shower and if singing in the car has to have the volume at a level at which I can’t hear my own bum notes.

Anyway, happy Year of the Rat to everyone!

Whoops – forgot to get a job!

I am still struggling with the transition from ’07 to ’08. With great consistency I am putting the wrong digits at the top of my lecture notes. It may be some sort of subconscious way of denying that life is whizzing past. The list of must do things is constantly getting longer, the list of things missed, not quite made it but would have loved to is extensive.

There is every danger that I will reach the final deadline in August and I will have forgotten that the purpose of this great MBA adventure is to get a fab and marvelous job. The kicker being – I have yet to figure that out.

The careers department are available to practice interviews with, there is a steady stream of networking opportunities…

Boy do those things come thick and fast. This term is the “consulting term” – AT Kearney, McKinsey, Bain, BCG. All of them have a slot. The opportunity is given to sip wine with people who work within and for these companies and the chance, no matter how slim, to actually secure a connection that may lever you into a job. Cambridge University Careers Centre, also fills up my inbox with more and now the Guardian website is also in on the act.

What worries me is that as I dash from each function, attend each lecture and read each email I may just miss the opportunity of figuring out exactly want I want to do and then where to find it!

Fairy God Mother

Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a magic wand, maybe a sparkly tiara, the ability to grant wishes, find handsome knights for deserving young ladies and turn frogs into Princes! Goodness knows I could benefit from such services!

Four years ago today I became a God Mother for the first time – which is the closest that I can think of to the benevolent role of the fairy god mother in real life.

Not being religious in any way, the god part of it always bothers me just a little bit. The other half of the title is actually quite wonderful – given that I am not a mother to anyone else it is a excellent honorary title.

It is not inherited like Aunt – which is also a fairly cool role in life – but it is given. Which somehow makes it special.

So not only do I hold this wonderful title but I was also there for her birth. Bloody hell – now that is one endurance event! Women are truly amazing. Although, I can not fathom why women do it multiple times! The rush of hormones must have some sort of amnesic effect. I can’t see how there can be any other explanation. Either way – boy that is tough work.

However, since it was not me who was enduring the contractions or the post event stitches – it was quite lovely to be able to give her one of her first cuddles and I was even privileged enough to give her her first bath.

Things have moved on since I have been away – I understand that she had her first day at Kinder today and tomorrow promises a party with lots of fairy cakes.

So while I am not quite the fairy god mother of Cinderella fame – I do feel pretty lucky to hold such a title.

Women as Leaders & tea bags

Yesterday I had the immense pleasure of meeting and listening to a number of dynamic, empowered and sensational women. Each one has achieved seriously lofty heights in the world of business, entrepreneurship and even the charity sector. JBS hosted the Women as Leaders day which is an annual event supported principally by McKinsey and Company.

I heard some fairly interesting anecdotes; the one I remember most vividly is that Nancy Reagan once likened Women to Tea Bags – you don’t know how strong they are until they get into hot water. Somewhat true I think, it is so easy to underestimate peoples ability.

There were also other ‘facts’ from a recent study by McKinsey; for instance 70% of household purchase decisions are taken by women, even though they are 51% of the population. There was a peculiar association between companies that had women on Management Committees and a much healthy bottom line – not sure this stat would ever reach a casual level but an interesting thing to ponder!

And while I sat in awe of these women, listening intently as they told their stories. It occurred to me it was not so much that they were women that was so inspiring. It was that they came from a multitude of backgrounds, believed so passionately in their abilities, seeped enthusiasm and strength from their very being. A seriously potent mix.

So it would seem that all I need to do is find that passion and enthusiasm lurking within me.. for something…..Any idea where such things can be found?