So, it happened. Dream gig of CEO in ideal turnaround company pulling on all my decades of experience of people, customers and getting shit done. New investors investing. All signs, measures and “gut feel” heading in a positive direction after 3 years of real hard slog. What happened? You guessed it. Dumped out on my … More Mid-Fifties Beach Bum
It is Hope that drives the twin turbos of resilience and desire. … More Running on empty and the power of Hope
Whilst I would love to believe otherwise, currently I am not aware of my blog having an avid fan base. Yet if there were such a thing it would surely have noticed a distinct lack of recent activity. Now I’m sure I’m not alone on that – the year has been mildly disruptive after all … More A Tale of Blowing Whistles
A new low. Recently I failed to get an Executive role in a company that manufactures and distributes shit. Not only did I fail, but I appear to have failed by some way, and with some fairly brutal post final interview feedback. Feedback is supposed to be good to get – it is a gift … More Executive Scrapheap?
Picture the scene. A cool breezy day towards the end of a long hot summer. A spread of patchwork fields and winding lanes and the unmistakably distinctive agricultural aroma of British countryside, with just a hint of charcoaled burger. And in one particular field, a thronging mass of humanity huddled together straining their eyes if … More Didn’t we have a lovely time…
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