Get me to the Greek, I will do a bit of coaching

Following an altercation with yet another concrete post I dragged what remains of the battered Volvo up to Staffordshire this week. I spent a massively rewarding two hours with a dozen young people who in a non Daily Mail way are pillars of their community, having chosen to run their own community enriching projects. I'd been asked to give them a talk on how to communicate well, how to build their own personal brands and sell their projects to maximum effect. The true test of that talk will be in a few months when I have to sell myself and build my brand in order to gain a few days consulting every now and again to pay for agricultural items. If I get nervous about selling myself, my rotavtor-motivator is these young adults who are doing braver things than I. As I left that residential course, undoubtedly spewing bits of Volvo trim across the car park in the process, it dawned on my as to why I was on more of a high than I had been at work for ages. These guys gave instant feedback through their energy, their body language and frankly through direct feedback, in real time. At any given moment (and on Twitter afterwards) they were saying how they rated what I was doing.That feedback was my fuel to keep going and to keep improving at any given moment in those two hours. I think part of the reason I tired of corporate world was spending too long not knowing whether I was doing a great job, a sh1t job or even the job I was expected to do.... I suppose it could have been worse they could have resolved the issue with getting me a coach. Coaches in corporate world are senior exec status symbols... "Now dear, I've got a wheel embedded in a jahari window and a venn diagram for you to fill out... I want you to capture the timeline of your career and what you think your goals are for the next five years".... that would have been fun. Poor love might have retrained to be hairdresser with me sitting in front of her flipchart.... can you get a goat into a diagram???

Iron Girdle must be doing something behind the scenes during the current Greek tragedy apart from handing out the bourbons at half time during the talks. Greece is erupting like Victor
Meldrew on esctasy and the exchange rate has dipped! 1.19! Bye bye fluffy towels. I feel like I'm on the generation game and am watching all the good stuff go by on the conveyor belt....