How The Italian broke my heart (part 3)
The princess and prince still worked for the same government department, but they worked at different sites, so they did not see each other in passing, ever. But the princess knew that somehow, they would be brought together by work. A month before her 40th birthday, she was invited to the farewell party for a
How The Italian broke my heart (part 2)
The princess wandered around in a daze for weeks after the news that the prince was attached and they couldn’t be together. She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t think. She took time off work. To say she was devastated by the news was an understatement. She was numb from pain. She couldn’t function. But she did
How The Italian broke my heart (part 1)
Ok. You’ve all been reading this blog long enough. You’ve heard about The Italian and you *know* he broke my heart. I owe it to you tell you how. And I think it will work quite well as a fractured fairy tale, so here goes. Once upon a time, in 2001, in a time before
The Lottery of Location
This post is inspired by a comment I left on a post by BroadsideBlog on gratitude. I live in Australia. I was born here, and while I’m not wealthy, I do live a rich, fulfilling life. Or rather, I have the opportunity to do so. Education is compulsory and more or less free, work is
Three Words To Live By
I admire Maria Shriver. She’s had a tough year, but managed to stay dignified and gracious when her life was turned upside down by betrayal. I can empathise to a certain extent, because I was betrayed by The Italian; however, what Maria must have gone through can only be described as a personal hell, made
Teamwork: Is Your Guilt Button Being Pushed?
We’ve all heard it: the “teamwork is great for business” and “we can achieve more together” mantras. And while I generally think this is true, this week, I’ve seen the negative side effect of teamwork: people going to work sick because they feel guilty for letting the side down. As regular readers are aware, I
What next? 10 goals in 10 years
The original title for this post was 5 Things To Do Before I Die, but I decided against it. This post is about living and embracing life after all, not dying. Well, not yet anyway. So I came up with a new title, which is much more in keeping with the spirit of my intentions.
I’ve got a confession to make… (or how I spent the night with an amazing man)
Last night, I spent the night with Dave Grohl from the Foo Fighters. So did a few thousand others, but that’s a minor detail. It was one of the best gigs I have ever been to (and I’ve been to a few over the years). I can honestly say that Dave gave 110% and then
My dissatisfaction with work
I went to university at age 26 because I thought having tertiary qualifications would mean that I would have better career opportunities. After all, that’s what all the rhetoric said, right? Before that I was worked in banks and took temp jobs to pay the bills. So I graduated from university, clutching my trusty Arts
Why You is your best investment ever
When my relationship with The Italian ended five years ago, I was in my early forties and my life as I knew it – and how I thought it was going to be – was over. I had put a lot of time, effort and energy into that relationship because I wanted it to work.
My changed view of change (part 2)
A psychological contract represents the mutual beliefs, perceptions, and informal obligations between an employer and an employee. It sets the dynamics for the relationship and defines the detailed practicality of the work to be done. – Wikipedia In my last post I explored how I am usually pro-change in my approach to work, and how,
4 takeouts from NaNoBloPoMo
It’s been a prolific month for me, writing-wise. And I have NaNoWriMo and NaNoBloPoMo to thank for it. I am glad I took part, because it made me realise how much I love – and missed – writing. Being able to write is a gift, and one I intend not to take for granted again.