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Lockdown's Unseen Crisis of Cognitive Bounce. Top Story - March 2021.
Here’s a snapshot of my Thursday afternoon: 2 hour global conference presenting our digital transformation consultancy to several hundred excos across our top markets. 1 hour International Women’s Day panel pre-record. 2 x 30 min 2021 KPI setting sessions with direct reports. An hour with our holding co discussing shared service needs. 30 min consultation with my daughter’s college tutor and ex-husband. 30 min check in with French CEO. 1 hour session with tech founders looking for collaboration potential. 30 min client proposal run through. 30 min weekly status with US team. 8pm and breathe…
By Bianca Best5 years ago in Journal
Significance Of Managed Service Providers In A Changing Market
The managed service provider (MSP) market has been inconsistent development for the last couple of years. As per TechTarget's yearly IT Priorities survey in January, 75% of end-users intend to use a minimum of one technology through an MSP in 2020.
By Mark Watson5 years ago in Journal
A cabin with a view &'The American':The first days of the Star Princess
I joined the Star Princess in San Francisco already three months into a contract so at the halfway point I was starting again, only this time as acting senior videographer! The Star's regular turnaround port was LA but I had joined a few days earlier so I could do a handover with the outgoing senior Bevan a Kiwi guy who had just broke all the company records cruising in Antartica some months before on the Star, ironically this was the ship my first senior on the Sapphire Rich had been transhipped from to the Sapphire and here a few months later I was on his ship as a senior.
By Neil Gregory5 years ago in Journal
Writing will be my life.
Short rapid breaths, erupting from my deep sleep, eyes open wide, mind racing about what has happened. I rush to find my little black notebook, I keep it with me for emergencies; like this one. The weight of the notebook in my shaky hands almost immediately calms my breathing. The blank paper waiting for my words slows my anxiety ridden thoughts. I have never been good at writing or reading cursive but these pages beg for new things everyday. I have so many Moleskine notebooks, each one with its own purpose. I spent hours with each one, pen and pencil; practicing everyday. They are beautiful, professional, filled with scribbles of my own creations; dreams mostly.
By Dominique Taylor5 years ago in Journal
The Bio That Would Not Fit
Greetings! I was born on May 23, 1964 and given the name Kelly Ann Christman. I have experienced much in my life thus far ranging from the mundane to the thrilling, the depressing to the joyous, defeating to succeeding. I was a daughter first, but no more. My parents are both deceased. I became a sister and still am. I’ve been a friend to many and remain a friend to some. I’ve been a wife three times and an ex-wife just as many. I am currently a mother, aunt, cousin, grandmother, great-aunt, employee and co-worker. A girlfriend or a wife I am not. These are the labels our society gives to certain relationships. They are what they are, but who am I? I am a creator.
By Kelly Ann Christman5 years ago in Journal
A Day In The Life Of A Social Distancing Full-Time Writer
I’ve read so many stories on the inventions that Plato and his band of geniuses invented while quarantined from some pandemics. Or how a well-known author wrote a bestseller while quarantined or isolated in the Kilimanjaro mountains (kidding).
By Sarah Nderi5 years ago in Journal
How I enhanced my career using an incident in 2018 where my dog killed my neighbour’s pet bird.
One spring morning in late March 2018, my dog, a Japanese Tosa I named Archibald (after the Scottish Geologist) found his way into my neighbour John’s back garden, entered his house using an opened back door, and killed and ate his pet budgerigar (called Muffin). At the time, it wasn’t clear what had happened. John was knocking every door on the street asking if anyone had seen Muffin, owing to how his back door was open, and seeing as Muffin is uncaged, had likely escaped. A few days later, when Archibald relieved himself in my kitchen, did an undigested beak present itself, prominently sticking out of my pet’s earthy filth.
By Arthur Targe5 years ago in Journal
