I’m about to lose my job. It’s a long story, but the Reader’s Digest version is that I work for a large, British NGO in London that just lost a big chunk of its government funding.
As a result of that decision, my entire department is being shut down at the end of July.
I had lunch with a friend recently who I only see now and again. After many years of being married – and then dating a series of different men – she feels that she might have finally found “the one.”
There’s a popular, long-running radio show in the U.K. called Desert Island Discs. The premise behind the show is quite simple: A guest is invited by the host to choose the eight records they would take with them to a desert island. It’s really a vehicle for getting famous people – whether that’s Bill Gates or David Beckham or Zaha Hadid – to narrate their lives through music.
I was having lunch with a friend the other day and we got to talking about my next career move. I’m at that stage – once again – where I’m thinking about what’s next for me professionally. So, I laid out the three options I’m currently mulling over.
I had breakfast recently with two friends in their 70s. Both have enjoyed very successful professional lives, but are now struggling with how to “give back” in later life.
I ran into a former colleague at a party recently. He told me that despite having a prestigious and well-paying job in the private sector, he felt like he needed to move on from his current position because he’s been wearing a “costume” to work for the past two years.