This post will deal with some thoughts I have had for a while. Gotta think about it some more. Check back.
Over the 11 years that I have been interviewing cricketers, I have used several approaches to prepare for one-on-one interviews.
For persons like Lawrence Rowe, I spent MANY days preparing. This was because I knew nothing about him, other than what was said about him in the media for going to South Africa. When he was playing, I didn’t used to like cricket. Hated it in fact. (That’s another story). So I approached the research like I was doing a project for my Masters.
Around that time, I decided I would start watching the U-19 cricketers so that when they got to the West Indies level, I knew something about them and it wouldn’t take so much time. Xavier Marshall was one such cricketer and when he got to the West Indies team, albeit that his was a short tenure, I felt I knew enough about his history not to have to do so much research.
But sometimes, there is literally no time to prepare. Like yesterday…… Continue reading
I had a query with the bank and called the toll free number where I spoke with someone in the call centre. After describing the situation, I was put through to someone in my branch. The fella explained the process and gave me a time frame within which the matter would have been sorted out.
When I was ending the call, I said to him “and please tell Mr XYZ I said hello”. To my surprise, he said “I am Mr XYZ”. The backstory….
…One day, several years ago, I was transacting business with him when he was a teller. Somehow, as I tend to do, I started to ask him about life and if the job was fulfilling and what he had done before working at the bank. Turns out that he did Art. I urged him to make time for those activities. I think he must have said “no time.” Every time after that when I went in, I would check in with him and remind him about the Art. Then I didn’t see him any more. Asked for him and heard he got a promotion so he was “upstairs”.
….Today he gave me an update on what he had been doing on the side and how he found out what he really liked to do in that area. So a nice coincidence to start my day today. I told him that last time I had to go to a Teller, I asked for him and told her to tell him hello. He said they must have eaten the message because it sure didn’t reach to him.
Moral of the story? Have interactions with random people. Humanize the interaction.
I’m a Dreamer, but not in the sense implied in this song (which is an awesome addition to any gym music playlist by the way). Most nights when I close my eyes to sleep, I dream. Sometimes it’s a dream with one theme; at other times, it’s several vignettes which may or may not have interlocking themes. And my dreams are always in colour.
This is the most recent edition, and it’s the vignette variety. I jotted them down as I woke up this morning, otherwise as the day wears on, I forget. Completely.
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I spotted two Mounted Policemen in my neighbourhood recently and had a nice chat with one of the officers. Up close, the horses appear giant sized, almost too big for their legs. When I see Mounted Policemen, I always flash back to my ride to high school in the mornings. In those days [dates herself], there were fewer traffic lights. To direct the busy school traffic, Mounted Policemen were used. I always looked forward to seeing the horses. And I love horse racing too. They are such beautiful creatures. Pity they have to be put down when their legs get injured.
When I asked the officer about their diet, he said he had just put them to feed on some grass in an open lot up the road [free gardener :)]. Immediately I thought “see, even horses are on a plant-based diet sometimes.” But I digress. Take a look at this beautiful animal.
Check out this post from Digital Inspiration. I like this blog a lot. The guy posts really great information about tech tools. Found out a lot of new things once I started following him.