Stewart McCure

Writer, performer, management consultant

An Australian living in London.  A self-employed training consultant to the global health care industry.  A producer, director and performer of improv comedy.  A trustee of an adult education charity in West London.  A writer and occaisional blogger

 

 

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I suppose everyone is stuck somewhere this week.  I just happen to be stuck in Singapore.

It's hard to grasp the extent of the shutdown of European air traffic from this distance but doubtless there won't be a full roll call at Wednesday's pan-European pitch meeting in Milan.  My worry is not that I'll be somehow marked down for failing to anticipate the eruption of a volcano in Iceland but simply that the moment presented by the pitch will be lost.  In most workplaces an Act of God is the ultimate 'Get Out Of Jail' card.  Missing that meeting in Milan is consequence-free for everyone but me.

Most people live lives with very few totally unforgiving days; the time your train got delayed on the way to the interview and the job went to the other guy.  Self-employment is accepting that there are going to many more of these totally unforgiving days.

No one owes me a second chance regardless of why the first one went awry.