The seductive peril of loving your job
If there was a time when I did anything other than sit in meetings with lawyers and bankers and consultants, I’m not sure I can recall it. There must have been a point where I didn’t do any work on weekends, but if there was it’s lost to my recollection. I go to sleep thinking…
Work less hard, you won’t regret it
Do you feel like you work too hard? Spend too many hours in the office or commuting? You’re not alone. People on their deathbeds wish they hadn’t worked so hard. It’s a cliché isn’t it? I certainly find myself often saying or thinking: “No one says on their deathbed that they wished they had spent…
Why I would love to lose my job
OK I’m going to put up front that I think that I’m going to come across as a bit of a tool in this post. More than a bit actually. Today is all about why I would really like to lose my job. I know. What a privileged, oblivious, idiot. For most people losing their…
External networking: How to get your introverted mojo on outside your organisation
It was the middle of a typically boring afternoon, in the middle of a typically boring day, in the middle of a typically boring week at work. My mobile rang. It was a headhunter who’d been chucking me a series of, frankly, uninteresting opportunities over the last year. My instinct was to hit reject but,…
An M-Shaped life. Unlocking career success and Financial Independence
“Have you ever climbed a mountain?” I looked up as Nimit posed his question. It was Madrid. About 10pm on a beautiful Iberian night. I was in my second year as a management consultant and I’d been sent to Spain to help an internet start-up. As was pretty typical for our company it was a…
The magical world of prioritisation. How to win promotions and get pay rises the idle way
One of the inescapable facts about adulting is that almost all of us spend the majority of our waking hours at work. Even worse it’s not as if the rest of the time around that is for us to do what we like. We spend the time between waking up and starting work getting ready…
Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention
We were on the steps of the Sacre Coeur in Paris in the late spring. Night had almost wrapped itself around us and the lights of the city flickered beneath our feet. There was a breeze but enough warmth to hint at the promise of summer. I was sixteen and it was the last night…
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