The Road travelled

“See… you 9 to 5 workers will never understand the level of commitment of running a business”

Said my friend, it was a dig that came out of nowhere – but it really pissed me off.

Yes – my friend ran his own business but he was talking like he was Richard Branson or something.  I take that back because Richard Branson would be more respectable to his staff and realise they are the bread and butter that have supported his success.

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My own world

I had finished University and I thought “What do I want to do with my life?”

I decided that I wanted to help people and took on a voluntary job for an environmental charity.  It was interesting to see how unorganised the voluntary sector was.  My job title where I ‘worked’ was called ‘Campaign Officer’ and even in reflection I still have no idea what the job role was.


So every Monday I would go into the charities headquarters and do my eight hours.  After a couple of months I got bored of blagging my days and doing nothing of value so I started my first blog researching and writing articles on current events that were of interest to the charity.

It didn’t really help anyone or make my life better, but it saved me from boredom.

During this time period I had gone from being unemployed to a part time job that wouldn’t pay to give me a better life.

I gradually found that working for a campaigning charity took up more and more of my spare time, mostly because I was being guilted into attending some LGBT bake-off or other random event that held no interest to my core interests.

I attended activist events in the hope by ‘socialising’ I might get the touch of another woman after a 1+ year dry spell.  I couldn’t even enjoy a weekend anymore as my part time job had made me work seven Saturdays in a row.

Soon I became burnt out – I was poor, lonely and had no future and I thought “How am I supposed to make other people’s lives better if I can’t even make my own life better?”

After returning from another day of volunteering paying a train fare that I couldn’t really afford I decided to live my life on the following philosophy:

“Before you can make the world a better a place, you have to make your own world better first”

I cut down on all the additional voluntary activities and although I got flak because I missed body positive sign making class I started looking for and soon found a full time job that wouldn’t impact my social life.

I then quit the voluntary job ‘helping people’ and started doing more hobbies and socialising with others.  This led to various ups and downs, but it was all good because my life felt like I was moving in the right direction.

I look back today and my world is a better and I will never lose focus on making it even better.  I do feel that I am in a better place to help others, but when I see incidents like the Paris attacks I really don’t know what I can do.

So I go back to focusing on my world it’s much nicer.


All the small things

It was exactly 10 months ago today that I started the job that, for the first time gave me hope I had a career.

Although my job was relatively small and I got stuck with a lot of the crap jobs, I was eager to prove myself to get ahead in a project management office.

So I was prepared to do anything, whether that was making sure the printer always had enough paper or book meeting rooms for everyone – it did not bother me as I had escaped the job from hell, so to me the only way was up.

This feeling of joy was ruined by my new colleague

 “Is this all you want in life, don’t you want to reach for more”

She said patronisingly.

I was quite annoyed about it firstly because she had spent all day talking about herself and knew nothing about me and secondly because she was actually only one step ahead of me on the organisational ladder.

I went home pissed off, she had diminished my moment.

The next day I woke refreshed, her words still fresh on my memory, it made me even more determined to make the most of the opportunity.

And I did.

As a result I got promoted.

While I had done nothing but improve and impress, my colleague  had done nothing put piss people off – she talked the talk, but she couldn’t walk the walk and as a result went on sick leave.

She was considerate enough to come back around the same time I was moving up so I could rub it in her face.

But before I left to join my new team my manager gave me one more job – teach her how to do my job.

At first I didn’t want to, but I soon realised the satisfaction from showing her how to do a job that previously she had look down on and now was stuck with!

And so I showed her all the jobs (even the crap ones!) and I moved on to better things.

She still e-mails from time to time asking how to do certain tasks and I smile – I know I shouldn’t like this feeling so much, but it is those small things that make you think

“I showed you…”


Things I wish I knew when I first joined a gym

I have been going to the gym for a long time, along the way I have learnt a lot of things – some which took longer than others.

Here is a list of things that I wish I knew when I first joined the gym:

The Importance of Nutrition:

When I first joined the gym the aim was to lose weight while maintaining my unhealthy diet.  I did lose weight but I quickly plateaued.  From various ambitions such as getting rid of fat round my stomach or becoming stronger I never valued the importance of nutrition.

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Can you change jobs too much?

One of the biggest myths I was told about developing my career is:

“If you change jobs too much it looks bad on your career”

I have heard this a number of times and for a time I believed it.  So I have felt the need to put 1+ year into a job that offered no development or improvement, because of imagined disapproval from a potential employer.

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Vegetarian FAQ/James vs The Whale

I am not really sure if I have mentioned my vegetarian diet (or probably more accurate – pescetarian diet), since my most recent post.  It is something that always is brought up as small talk at any wedding/dinner party/funeral and I thought I would write about it.

How long have you been a veggie?

I have lost count – approximately I started at the end of 2002, though I still ate fish.  I stopped eating fish from around 2006 and started again on fish, occasionally indulging in 2010.  In 2013 it became a part of my regular diet as that is when I really stepped up my gym training. Continue reading

200 posts later… My secret is out…

As I write this to mark my 200th post it seems fitting that as I sat in my new home the other day, the ‘missus’ quiet casually brings my blog into conversation.

For those who are not aware – this blog is not something that the people in my real life are aware of.  Its a bit like I am Clark Kent and this blog is Superman.


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