About 15 years ago I completed a leadership programme that in part suggested I lean towards the visual side of things. My mum always said I never listened so it sort of made sense. In the years since I’ve tried to better understand and develop this trait to help me be a better communicator. This post is about that.
27 May 1987 was the day I started working at Leeds City Council. Looking back as I reach the 30 year anniversary, I imagine not many people have a good idea how their career will work out.
Despite planning and professional development intentions, extra skills and experience you might gain from volunteering, sometimes it’s about being in the right place at the right time.
I’ve learnt that sharing what you know can make a good idea great or stop a stupid idea going further. Also there will be times when keeping your mouth shut even when you know you are right can be the wisest thing to do. All these are some of the experiences we pick up along the way but perhaps don’t realise at the time.
Currently, amongst other things I’m involved with, I find myself part way through a recruitment and induction process where six communications and marketing graduates will join our communications team at Leeds City Council. This was going to be a looking back post but it actually seems more fitting to reflect on new blood and share the learning from the recruitment process for future applicants and anyone considering recruiting.
I’ve recently been nominated for a lifetime achievement award for services to communications. Reading the kind words someone had taken time to craft into a 100 word summary, in effect covering my working life so far, was quite moving but also a bit unnerving.
So firstly, thanks Kate for nominating me. I’m honoured to be in the company of other nominees and previous winners. They do some great things. Continue reading “Life’s what you make it”
There are many sculptures in Opatija, Croatia where I spent my summer break. Most of them portray people who have influenced its history. One however has created its own history and captured my imagination. The maiden with the seagull by sculptor Zvonko Car.
I passed it many times whilst walking along the promenade into town, often sitting and wondering who it was, why it was there and how many others had seen it. I imagined she came alive at night and sat on the benches for a rest and talked through people’s problems with them. Continue reading “In the eye of the beholder”
Sometimes you just happen to be somewhere at the right moment to witness something you probably wouldn’t have purposely decided to go and see.
First year students of the BPA (Hons) degree in contemporary dance at the Northern School of Contemporary Dance were performing choreography inspired by the historic architecture and gardens at Harewood House and I happened to walk right into the middle of it.
“Are you here for the dancing?” the girl said.
“You asking?” I replied, guessing by her age that my response might be lost
“Funny” was the reply. With a smile. Obviously
So I watched; obviously. Continue reading “Here for the dancing?”
Like fog, grey areas can be places where it is difficult to see what is going on and where sight of the bigger picture can be lost. Continue reading “The grey area of disruption – a breakthrough from #agecamp”