Monthly Archives: September 2009

september

Well, it would seem that September 2009 may well be one of the most lovely months weather wise – in the last 4 years. A dramatic statement I know for a country famous for its weathery   commentary. The obsession certainly outstrips the brits passion for just about any other topic!

The UK does winter badly, summer even worse – but somehow it nails autumn and spring.

The days are a tropical 20ish at the moment, with crispy mornings and evenings. The leaves are tinged with orange, the squirrels are in a frenzy of gathering and burying and there is an air of something changing. Bummer it happens to be cold, grey, short days but there you go best not to think to far ahead!

So I guess the plan is to get the most of the moment, wear skirts, no tights for as long as possible, sniff the change in the air and crunch a few leaves!

wedding

Just managed to get back to London after a sunny weekend in a region just ever so slightly out of Toulouse where one of my lovely London friends married her beau.

It would be fair to say that it was an ‘interesting’ weekend. It started with the joyous (not) challenge of arriving about 9pmish in Toulouse, hiring a car and reacquainting myself with the clutch, break and gear stick while sitting on the left side of the car, trying to read the instruction about left and right turns….. goodness I was knackered by the time I got to the hotel. No surprise that I leapt into bed….. zzzzzz…..

Saturday morning brought croissant, cafe and loads of sunshine, plus the short and sweet marriage of friends. So far so good.

I am not going to go into details – but to give you a taste – the best man was a woman who is best described as a ‘woman scorned’ at worst a string of four letter words with plenty of exclamation marks – She delivered the most vicious and horrible speech ever.  Out did any cringe worthy 21st speech.

I have nothing but admiration for my friend. To hold her head and remain the glamorous woman that she is.

But this was not all……. the grooms mother had a fall, broke her wrist and had to leave in an ambulance. I believe she has an operation this morning!

So it would seem that the trials and tribulations of left hand driving is nothing to the perils of a wedding in France!

random thoughts

Autumn is coming, it feels like winter is moments away

The sun seems to be going down earlier and earlier

I leave work and it is dark

There seems to be more homeless people in Wesminster

Is it because there are so many soup kitchens in the little street round the corner?

Sometimes London is big and small at the same time

strengths & weakness’s

Over the last 12months – I can’t believe quite how fast the year has passed – I have been working in positions and jobs that have relied heavily on my weakness’s. Performance in these jobs is dependent on attention to detail, number crunching and occasional forays into the world of people for information or feedback. I am great at getting information – in any of those psychometric measures I come out as the “resource investigator” – I like people, love networks and just happily understand people. Physio was a career that allowed me to use these strengths, but equally after a while was a little dull as it was constrained by the role defined by your job title. A case of always the “bridesmaid and never the bride” when it came to decision making and influence.

What I am wondering is whether it is good to focus on improving your weakness by taking certain roles – or is it better more fulfilling to pursue posts that hook into your strengths, with a little bit of the stuff that you are not so good at?

Unsurprisingly I think it is a matter of balance – and possibly what I have done is take roles where the tasks that require my strengths are few and those that require my weaknesses all to frequently occur.

So where is it that I will find a job that allows me to use my strengths and dabble in areas of weakness – or is it that I have to push through all of the weakness orientated jobs to get to the one that has both. I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that this is not the answer.

But then what to do……. advice required dear readers!

hospital food – a new take!

It is a amazing sometimes how a small story can somehow be heard from Radio 4 to the less well healed Daily Mail reader, even the business man on the tube peeking at the Metro has been informed. One fella has achieved coverage in almost every form of media today. He has done this with his blog called ‘Notes from a hospital bed’

This poor guy is stuck in an NHS hospital and is chronically his experience in a hilarious blog. He has hit the news as he is taking photos of his meals, and then asking readers to identify what the food is. And goodness the food looks grim, yucky and really unpalatable.

There are quite a few other blogs that follow the same theme – some even cover the international hospital food scene. Having viewed some of the pictures on the blogs I am definitely pleased not to have to eat the food.

It makes Airline food like 5star and suddenly it is clear why I see so many people in my hospital crossing the road to MacDonalds! At least you don’t have to guess what the food is and certainly you have no expectation about nutritional content!!

reason season lifetime

A person once said to me that people come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. And one of the questions that was asked at my conversation dinner party on Sunday was “Describe a short-lived friendship that has meant a lot to you?’

Interesting question really.

Does anyone spring into your mind immediately?

We met people quickly and easily today, you can connect with people online, by text, via skype, email, and ever so unusually in person! I sit on the tube (well if I am lucky I can sit down) and I probably look at, smile at or bump into rather a lot of people.

So what is it that makes people connect. To effect us in a lasting way whether they are arrive in our sphere for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

Ages ago I had one such encounter with someone.  As part of this encounter he gave me a gorgeous book that has become one of my favourite’s. It is called Tuesday’s with Morrie and tells the story of an man who dies of a horrible neurological disease, his last few. I rarely read biography’s but goodness this one made me cry and appreciate quite how wonderful it was to  have life choices.  So he was certainly there for a reason.

To remind me life is actually quite precious and you have to go for it. That I think was his reason.

So all of this self pondering is coming from my desire to sort out the rest of my life – big tall order. But believe it or not I think I am getting there!!

speed dating for the brain

Tonight was spent talking to complete strangers. Discussing – when it was that we stopped being a child? Memorable conversations with our parents? Who has influenced us? The premise of the evening being the reigniting of conversation as a skill. It was a dinner organised by The School of Life and did honestly feel like speed dating for the brain. For each course you moved seats, were given another list of questions that you could explore with your fellow dinner , that led to stories about them and how they think. Some people were interesting. Some a little boring and others just not on the same page.

As an example, when pondering who people would like to have as a friend one fellow wished to be friends with a drug dealer – I am not sure why – but apparently there was a dentist in his home in Naples (!!!!) who also had an intriguing side business in the drug import-export business! And this fellow had always wished they had been friends. The list of questions were interesting and certainly helped to avoid discussion about the weather. As  Oscar Wilde once said “conversation about the the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative” and let me tell you I have spent quite a bit of time lately perseverating on the weather – well who can avoid it as the leaves turn ever so slightly Autumnal… but I digress into poor conversational habits!

The evening was quite the revolution for my neurons. Made better by the fact that you were safe in the knowledge of never seeing these people again. So I suppose slightly different from speed dating when you hope to meet someone you would like to see again!

The venue was also rather lovely. It is called the Frontline Club not to far from Paddington, yummy food but also is a place that champions independent journalism, particularly in war and conflict. So does in fact host its own series of interesting events.

I am to tired to write more about what was discussed but it was an interesting night and will leave you with some of the questions and quotes we were given:

“Who have you encountered in yoru life who has really stood out and why?”

“How has your social life changed over the years and what has influenced these changes?”

And to finish a great quote from the very quotable Oscar Wilde….”Always forgive your enemies, nothing annoys them so much.”

copying could be the next big innovation

I work in a massive great big organisation that is one complicated, tangled, struggling mess as it tries to become more efficient and to change as money flows alter and adjust in the current market. The solution that is being bandied about by the powers that be is Innovation. Honestly, it is being muttered in corridors, meetings rooms and lecture theaters as if just the very utterance of the word and subsequent development  of a special unit will make everything change for the better.

And while I believe innovation is important, successful innovation is not really a mass phenomena. And I work in an organisation with 1.5million people on its books, it is hardly likely that there will be a mass outbreak of innovation! And in fact the focus on the shiny and new is the greatest flaw of this organisation. Just in the time that I have spent in this organisation there have been millions and billions of great new programs, catch phrases and rebrandings – piloted in pockets, but that have never been successfully propagated.

So here is my novel proposition.

Rather than focus on developing innovation teams, institutions and targets for innovation (can you imagine the target – ‘every 3 months you must demonstrate extreme innovation’ don’t laugh it could happen), why not just work on copying the innovation that has already happened. Just take one of the millions and billions of projects that have been done by other people who have the same core business as you  and just get on and do whatever it is, just like them! So while I acknowledge that copying and plagiarism are not often espoused as things people should be doing I think there is a good case for it at the moment. Let innovation and better yet invention happen in an organic way but let the majority of the organisation get set to copy its neighbours!

But sadly I am sure that the next lecture I go to is not going to be on copying good practice it will be on the new team that is going to support me and others to innovate. hmmmmm……….

i love the weekend

I have not had dinner in the real sense of the word since Tuesday.

And then it was a 2 year old’s birthday. Sausage and pasta bake, followed by fab sugary-chocolaty- caterpillar cake. Lucky actually as the carbohydrate is probably keeping me together this Friday eve. Honestly I would be losing weight if it wasn’t for the calorie laden liquid intact over the last few nights.

Tonight it was a leaving party for one person at the Ebury (dinner=2 glasses of wine), last night a catch up with an MBA Alumni at Smithys (2 pints) and the night before that at The Roof Top bar at The Trafalgar hotel (3 glasses of champagne). This is clearly not the lifestyle that I can sustain financially or physically, nor that will produce a fully functioning employee! God this week it has been tough being a cheerful, bright and delivering employee.

Anyway, it is Friday night. I can stay in bed beyond 7 (phew). I can have a cup of coffee at home rather hunched over excel at 8.15am and I don’t have to do battle on the tube for a seat.

I love the weekend.

red hair day

The world has a day for everything – I am completely convinced of this.

There is both something cool about everyone having a part or whole of them being acknowledged each year. There is National Kids day, Rain Day, father and mothers day (strangely celebrated on different days across many continents), May day which is celebrated in May, but sometimes masquerades as Labour day in September and it goes on and on. Some so significant that we get a day free of work, and others which are worthy of a moment of thought but no more.

Today while looking about on the web I discovered  red hair day Celebrated in Holland in the beginning of September for the past 4 years. Amazing. Apparently is to celebrate the most minority of hair colours. Born primarily from a mutation, in about 4% of the worlds population, they are a pretty rare group of people but this is not all. Apparently, red heads require more anesthetic to sedate, they are disproportionately found in Scotland where they are 13% of the population and better yet some fantastic study has found that red heads are better in bed! I mean how do you find this out?? And does this ability in bed alter as your hair greys, or if you are fella that bald patch begins to show does your potency lower? I have no doubt that out there someone is looking into this and results will be on a blog site near you!

I wonder though if this need to name a day as a celebration of some kind is not a little odd? And possibly a function of my generation. I mean really in the 1920s did they celebrate national kids day? Or were they just content to be noticed, rewarded by getting to the end of the week, a family Sunday lunch this was sufficient. When was that we as a population began to feel that we are nothing if we don’t have a day that is externally acknowledged?

Curious?