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The journey home
Terri’s flight was hours before mine, so I didn’t leave with her but pottered about getting ready to go. I’d been awake since whenever she’d got up, threeish? and although I’d packed already I knew not to leave much earlier than necessary. Time spent in the room in comfort and controllable lighting was a better idea than time spent in the clutches of the airport.Â
Everyone gets anxious about travelling now. Between cancelled trains and the paranoid paradigm of airport security there is a culture of anxiety, so when you bring your own to the situation it’s not out of place, but that doesn’t mean it will be ameliorated.Â
Once I was prepared I headed down to reception and asked them to get me a taxi. The drive was quick and uneventful. I’d been lulled into a false sense of security by my own absolute preparedness. It was still very early, and I was starting to struggle with signage, so I made the dreadful decision to start checking in my bag rather than ask someone where Special Assistance was. Special Assistance is never well signposted, but if you use an airport more than once you know where it is. I’d never left from Dublin Airport before and the bag check was seductively easy so I got sucked in to the procedures that came next and those that came next and those that came next. It was fine. It really was. Very simple.Â
On arrival at Gatwick, however, I started to fail, and of course, since I hadn’t triggered the Special Assistance at this end by using it at the Dublin end there was no one to meet me. I struggled through, and eventually found that I had no way of finding Matt who was coming to pick me up. I had the luxury of not having to use the train to get back to Brighton but nowhere to tell him to come to. I asked for help, but by that time was more or less averbal. Not only did I have to explain my problem but I had to do it on a telephone and I had also to explain to a woman who wanted to put me in a wheelchair and take me to a flight that that wasn’t what was happening. After a terrifying journey down long and steep ramps I eventually found myself at the Special Assistance drop off point we came in at. I let Matt know where I was and he was there in five.Â
We spend a lot of time problem solving everyday tasks so I really didn’t need to tell him this sad story. I said that I’d had to emote to get my needs met and he could fill in the rest. He’d re-charged the cup holders in the car with cans of Coke and it was certainly the medicine I needed.
Why are we even doing any of this, anyway? Thoughts on working and self worth
Why are we even doing any of this, anyway? Thoughts on working and self worth
on the way to work on a German ICE train People wake up early every weekday morning and under normal circumstances they immediately think about family members or whether they slept well. Soon after achieving consciousness, often only after introducing caffeine into their system, the working person is naturally going to start thinking of the coming workday. Many people spend a tremendous amount…
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Austria isn't only for cows
Austria isn’t only for cows
Austrian cows in their element A week and a half in Austria on holiday, and it’s taken me this long to get round to sharing my meditations on cows with you? What’s wrong with this picture? We’re staying at a Hütte (cabin) behind a dairy farm about half an hour south of Kitzbühel, and I assure you: I prefer the cows here to the people. Nothing against Austrians, though. They’re a curious but…
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give me your worst service stories of all time...please
give me your worst service stories of all time…please
Me taming a stuffed animal eagle back when I was the worst employee My daughter needs space to play, and playmates are always a plus, and I need somewhere to write and work. More often than not we’re at a boring, grown up café. She entertains herself admirably, and I try to be understanding when she’s reached her limit and wants a change of scenery. It does eventually happen. However, if I want…
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this photo of my lunch on Insta isn't narcissistic, I promise...really
this photo of my lunch on Insta isn’t narcissistic, I promise…really
Narcissus is the symbol of our age Every time I hear someone say, ‘He’s such a narcissist,’ I cringe. Might it be because I’m, in fact, more self-involved than I like to admit? Of course. It’s possible, or even probable. No matter the person, I believe that’s simply one danger of being human. However, it’s a word that’s so overused that it no longer has much, or any, meaning. When someone’s…
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No, let’s keep working…I can take more of this
Like with most things, the other crucial thing to remember is to stay flexible. Some people have to power through such situations, which I recognise and respect.
Hours with a client this morning and once again, I’m reminded of why I enjoy what I do. Wasn’t in the mood to figure out my own strategy, much less hers, but within ten minutes my brain was cooking with ideas and the right questions. Before I knew it, a few hours were gone the client had clarity which she’d not known was lacking. ‘Always leave ‘em wanting more’ is something I learned on stage as…
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Doing business in DACH (Deutschland, Austria, Switzerland) on the fly
#weirdtruth about business in Germany, considering quality of craftsmanship otherwise so high. More often than not their marketing and website in English is terrible!
St. Paul’s in Munich (near the Wies’n While writing about my clients’ needs branching out and doing business outside of Germany, I realised it might be easier to explain German business to the Germans themselves. As an Ausländer (foreigner). Why? Many small and medium sized companies in Germany, Austria and even Switzerland (the DACH Region) still do more business at home or nearby than out in…
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You want to do business hereabouts in August? No, thanks...maybe see you in September
You want to do business hereabouts in August? No, thanks…maybe see you in September
holidays? yes, please…call me a lazy European. I’m enjoying myself Was driving the wrong way on the Autobahn on Tuesday, because my wife made a silly mistake, and I was completely okay with it. Although it was eight kilometres out of the way, for a grand total of 16 altogether, I didn’t care. We laughed, she felt terrible and then I jokingly pretended to be really disappointed. We called my…
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No need to share our every thought...or argue with strangers online? Yes, please
We don't miss it. None of it. The noise, the distractions, the Sturm und Drang of modern life. What if it's not so bad to just be human, without all the pressure to share our thoughts and whatnot, for a little while?
our neighbours for the next week or so We’re going off the grid, baby! My wife and I met, while she was living in an Italian mediaeval village, and she assured me it wasn’t the glamorous chic Italy I knew from Venice or Florence. Liguria along the coast is actually quite sophisticated. You’ve got San Remo and Genoa nearby, with Cinque Terre even further down the coast. It’s not the Côte d’Azur…
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How much to share and how authentically? The more the better...
Only showing your wins, might sound like a good strategy, and I’m sure it’ll attract a variety of readers and colleagues, or even clients, who admire your success. My plea is that you consider showing when you fell short.
that luscious greenery smack dab in the middle of the old hood, where we used to live before moving to the edge of Munich How do we learn to act right, whatever that means? We have a three-year-old at home who has quite a healthy, age-appropriate appetite to test our boundaries. How she protests, whether overtly or covertly, is fascinating and I find myself thinking of two things as I ponder…
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Musings on finding one's purpose and a sojourn in the classroom
Teaching the last few months has seemed like a distraction from my 'real work', but it's anything but that. There are so many things I learn while in the classroom.
On my way to class prepandemic…perhaps a future student? What have I been doing the last few months, aside from working with clients and doing music and running lines (and being a camp counselor) for this actor’s workshop down in Tuscany that my friend Katharina did annually before the pandemic and has begun again (finally!), and why have I been so distracted by it that I couldn’t blog…
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Back in the groove
Nick and I making faces when he was in Munich the last few months One of the reasons I recommend an editorial calendar to my clients is to avoid exactly what’s happened to me the last few months. I’ve been snowed under with work and family responsibilities, as well as starting a Master’s programme in the UK, so there just hasn’t been time for blogging or my normal activities on LinkedIn and…
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rolling with the haters, and begging for feedback or questions
rolling with the haters, and begging for feedback or questions
on the road to Renée and Ken Fowler’s ranch outside of Llano, Texas right after the memorial for my mother Martha Frances with my wife Miriam and the #progeny off camera (mit Absicht) While not getting too specific about who it was who irritated me the other day, while I was doing this roku account on twitter, I’d like talk about criticism and how I’ve chosen to use social media. To be clear,…
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Twitter? I hardly know *anyone* there
In Nice several years back for the coolest Sylvestre sunset eVAH!!! This next week, I’m tweeting for a local account, which I did for a week nearly a decade back and it was HORRIBLE. Learned sooooooooo much about biting off more than I could chew, by being unable to adequately manage the account, while my personal life was in complete free fall. Next week, though? Gonna rock it, yo!
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Manly in Landshut
Outside the Männer Laden early morning in Landshut Every Tuesday, I’ve got a teaching gig in one of my favourite places in Bavaria, hell all of Germany. Whether it’s their infamous Landshuter Hochzeit (wedding) or the Burg Trausnitz (Trausnitz castle), this place is content gold. Expect many more posts from this beautiful small city about an hour or so northwest of my home in Munich. You…
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