No, You Are Not Better Than Me. You Are Just Being a Twat – Day 218

Saturday 13:54, Shoreditch Grind, Old Street, London

I’m about to moan so consider yourself warned.

One of the things that used to irritate the hell out of me at university was other students’ notion of superiority. These students were everywhere. There was Julie and her arty friends from the Musical Society, who air kissed themselves like there was no tomorrow and who made it perfectly clear they were it and you were definitely not.  There was that annoying, spoilt third-year medic, her name escapes me (thank goodness), who boasted about her research project. I vividly remember the whole thing as if it were yesterday. ‘This is what a real research project looks like‘, she mocked us third-year science students as she disappeared down the corridor with what must have been a printed edition of the internet. And then, of course, there were those annoying students who claimed they never did any work whatsoever but somehow, miraculously, ended up with top marks.

Fast forward 20 years and you would have thought that this behaviour, utterly demoralising to us mere mortals who have to work out asses off to get top grades, would have died out. But no. It’s still lurking around, like some foul smell, poisoning our minds with supremacy, delusion and malice.

Like the other day. We had all submitted our essay on managing marketing. And as per usual a bunch of us moaned about how boring/underwhelming this module had been. When I asked to predict our scores, everyone low-balled it, claiming that they would either fail or get a very low mark, but lo and behold, top marks again all round. And to add insult into injury a fellow student claimed she only spent 30 minutes on her research proposal and scored 7/10. Yep, the same research proposal I spend days writing. Days!

What’s the point of all this? Why do otherwise intelligent people turn into complete knobheads when it comes to academic work? Is it an English thing? Or does this prevail in our entire civilised world? I just don’t get it.

As professionals the notion of appearing better than everyone else will get you nowhere and is a sure way of alienating yourself from your team and peers.

Nobody likes it. So stop being a twat.


… And For My Next Trick – Day 213

Monday 11:26, Old Bethnal Green Road

On Wednesday it will have been 5 weeks since I left my now ex-employer. It has been a roller coaster of a journey, lots of highs but also the occasional low. From a personal development point of view, this is what I’ve learnt so far:

Don’t look back... There really is no point dwelling on the past and asking myself why things came to an abrupt end. Over the years, the lyrics from Baz Luhrmann’s epic song Sunscreen have helped me understand the unusefullness of worrying. ‘Worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum’, the song goes and for me this is the crystal clear truth.

… but allow yourself to be pissed off. When the professional rug has been pulled under one’s feet, it’s bloody hard not to feel like you’re going to trip over. Subconsciously I’ve probably switched on over a dozen coping mechanisms and I feel that I need them in order to help me on a daily basis. But it’s also important to allow myself to be pissed off. I joked with a friend of mine that I should write a letter to my ex-employer, telling them exactly what I feel – and never send it. I have yet to do this. I blame yoga and being Swedish for my ineptitude of being able to express anger. A decade of yoga has probably given me too much mental stability, and being Swedish, well, we’re know to have the same facial expression whether we’re happy, sad or angry.

Be resourceful. I’ve always been very resourceful, both personally and professionally, and now it’s time to explore what’s in the box but also what’s outside the box (and what’s not even a box!). During my 14 years in STM publishing I’ve developed a large network of ex-colleagues and peers and everyone I’ve spoken to have been immensely supportive. Some have even gone completely out of their ways to help me find my next dream job. I’m a practical and analytical problem-solver by nature and resourcefullness during this time will be key.

The luxury of choice. One of the unexpected benefits of being made redundant has been that I’ve allowed myself to take a breather and really think about what I’m really good at, and what I enjoy doing professionally speaking. I’ve had the luxury to mind map my strengths and talents and to explore new professional fields that I would rarely have explored if I were still in my old job. At the moment, I’m pursuing three different (but related) fields, and I’m curious to see where I’ll end up.

Don’t panic! One of my coping mechanisms that I’m employing is to keep my cool and avoid panicking. One the day all of this happened, my world came crashing down and a myriad of personal, professional and emotional consequences played out before my eyes.   But by day two, I was back on the saddle again and calmly riding into the unknown. Some days it’s hard not to panic, or at least it’s hard not to be the normal, upbeat happy me. But it’s on those days that it’s particularly important not to panic.

Old habits die hard. Now, where does this all leave my MBA, you may be asking yourselves. Well, I initially thought that all this newly found time would enable me to go back to more normal study/sleep patterns. I mean, why wake up at 5.15am to study when I have nowhere to be at 9am? But much to my surprise, I’ve failed miserably. For some reason I can’t seem to force myself to study during the morning, or at lunch time or at any other time during the day. For the last 7 months, my main productive streak has been 5.30 – 7.15am, and having all the time in the world has proven a particularly unexpected disturbance. I’m contemplating going back to my pre-dawn ritual, as it was an effective and efficient habit, but this really seems completely ridiculous to me.

My next trick

Ending the War Between Sales and Marketing – Day 212

Sunday 09:25, Old Bethnal Green Road

I recently came across a fascinating article in Harvard Business Review on the divide that exists between sales and marketing. The article, Ending the War Between Sales and Marketing, examines a variety of industries and identifies where your organisation sits in the alignment spectrum between these two crucial roles, and of course provides recommendations on how an organisation can close the gulf. If you’re in a sales or marketing role or just curious on how well your sales and marketing teams co-exist, take the first test and see whether your sales and marketing teams are undefined, defined, aligned or integrated. I did it for my previous employer and got defined, so lots of work to do there.

The topic touches on several organisational aspects and resonates strongly with me and my reason for embarking on this MBA program, that is, to better understand organisations and improve them in any way I can. As I’ve been in a commercial role for the last five years, closing the divide between sales and marketing is something that lies very close to my heart.

Throughout my career I have seen both sales and marketing teams working in silo and not understanding or wanting to understand each other’s needs. I’ve seen sales managers exceed targets with hardly any lead generation input from marketing, and I’ve also seen marketing embark on strategy and plans with no revenue impact whatsoever. However, when the sales and marketing functions work well and share a common strategy, the results have the potential to make a huge impact in an organisation’s operations.

This summer I’m hoping to write a mini-research project on this topic, but it seems not everyone is aware of this divide. The other week my old team took me for my leaving drinks and I mentioned to one of the sales guys what I had proposed to do my research on.

‘What war!?’, he exclaimed.

It was an interesting comment and it comes to show that if you’re not even aware of a particular challenge, then you have a long way to go before you’ve overcome it.

Here’s a link to the article:

Sales and marketing war

The Day Mr Brain Didn’t Need Mr Heart – Day 187

Wednesday 17:26, Old Bethnal Green Road, London

Having fully digested, processed and compartmentalised last week’s events (and of course, within 24 hours swiftly moved on), I thought it would be a good time to write a children’s story about said event (my redundancy).

I’ve always had a fascination about the human body and how it works. In a parallel universe I’d be writing a children’s book about the adventures of two kids inside the human body. Think Harry Potter meets Clinically Oriented Anatomy. And I’d probably name the main characters Ana and Tommy, for obvious reasons. But that is another story for another time.

Once upon a time in a country far, far away there was a brain called Mr Brain. Like so many other brains, Mr Brain lived and ruled over his kingdom with wisdom, intelligence and a lot of other brainy qualities that brains have. You see, the good thing about being a brain is that you do a lot of clever thinking. Things like problem-solving, strategy and ingenuity comes second nature, thanks to the millions of tiny and never-ending neurons, which synapse away with each other, transmitting electrical information at the speed of light.

As the kingdom’s ruler, Mr Brain had the ultimate responsibility for all state affairs, but be it as it may, he couldn’t really run the kingdom single-handedly, so he employed a diverse and talented group of highly placed officials.

Mr and Mrs Vessles took care of most of the transport, making sure everything that needed to go into the kingdom did so, as well as making sure everything that needed to go out of the kingdom did so too. They did this through a vast network of arterial roads and venous ways, which emptied into the river Lymph.

The twin brothers Ralph and Lincoln Lung were the principal gardeners of the kingdom and kept the bronchial forests clean and green, constantly planting new little bronchioles whenever and wherever needed.

Mrs Oral Cavity, who was one of the key gate keepers and also the Mayoress of the Upper Digestive County was responsible for import, and worked incessantly to process the food stuff and drink needed in the entire kingdom. But it was really Mrs Oral Cavity’s apprentice, young Ms Lip, who did most of the hard work, but this tended to go unnoticed.

And then of course there was Lord Rectum, also a gate keeper of sorts and the Mayor of the Lower Digestive County. Lord Rectum, or Mr Bummie as he was known to his dear friends, took care of the export part of the kingdom, and had been known to have taken the kingdom for ransom whenever he didn’t get his way on several occasions.

Despite being supported by this talented and hard-working group of highly placed officials, Mr Brain knew something was wrong. You see, Mr Brain was a mediocre tradesman, a renowned ruler and a legendary creator of things. So while he could continue to create things and rule, he needed someone in the kingdom to oversee the trade. He needed someone strong and passionate, who could rally the troops when needed and pump vigour and life into the kingdom.

In other words, he needed a heart.

But Mr Brain didn’t want any old heart, he wanted his dear friend Mr Heart, whom he had acquainted in his previous kingdom.

And one day fine day in the height of summer, Mr Heart moved to the very kingdom ruled by Mr Brain. Of course, this was no coincidence as Mr Brain had begged and pleaded for Mr Heart to come and join him and, in his own words, ‘run the kingdom together’. Mr Heart was incredibly flattered to have been asked by Mr Brain to come and join him and he promised himself to work tirelessly and with passion to help Mr Brain.

And so the summer days turned shorter and the Lung twins spent their afternoons sweeping the bronchial forests, clearing the forest floor for the first snowflakes to come falling down. But now that Mr Heart was on on-board, Ralph and Lincoln felt inexplicably rejuvenated and everyone in the kingdom could see a change in their demeanour.

And once the first snowflakes had fallen, Mr and Mrs Vessels worked tirelessly keeping the arterial roads of the north and venous ways of the south clear so the people of Mr Brain’s kingdom could go where they needed to go and do what they needed to do. Now that Mr Heart was on-board, the work keeping the roads and ways moving was such a joy and never before had the people of Mr Brain’s kingdom, nor Mr Brain himself, for that matter, seen Mr and Mrs Vessels so happy doing their work.

As the days became longer and the warmth of the Sun spread in the kingdom, spring finally arrived. And nobody loved spring more that Mrs Oral Cavity and Lord Rectum. You see, they had spent winter working with Mr Heart keeping the people of Mr Brain’s kingdom fed, with their bellies full of food and throats quenched of thirst. And as if by coincidence, since the arrival of Mr Heart, so many things in the kingdom had improved and it had made the normally harsh and cold winter so much more manageable for the gatekeepers of the Upper and Lower Digestive Counties. Even young Ms Lip rejoiced, as Mr Heart’s arrival had made a huge difference in her life.

And one fine spring morning Mr Brain took Mr Heart for a walk across the meadows of Mediastinum and alongside the river Lymph and thanked him for his hard work. And a sign of his gratitude Mr Brain gave Mr Heart a pay rise, which in Mr Brain’s kingdom consisted of coins so red that they could be mistaken for precious rubies.

‘Please, Mr Brain, let me give these red coins to Ms Lip, she has worked so hard this winter and has done an outstanding job’, Mr Heart suggested. ‘No, you deserve more red coins, Mr Heart’, Mr Brain explained. ‘Ms Lip will need to learn hard work and I feel she has been given enough red coins this season’.

As Mr Heart cared so much about Ms Lip – and all other highly placed officials and people in Mr Brain’s kingdom – he begged and pleaded to reward Ms Lip, but Mr Brain’s decision was final. He was, after all, the ruler of the kingdom, but he had very little heart in him. So Mr Heart accepted the red coins and was told to meet at the Brainstorm Room later.

But when Mr Heart arrived to the Brainstorm Room and sat down with Mr Brain his world would be turned upside-down in ways you can never really image, because you think these things will never happen to you.

‘I’m going to have to let you go’, Mr Brain said in a sad and dejected voice. ‘What!?’, exclaimed Mr Heart, whose own heart skipped a beat. ‘I’ve made a mistake and I no longer need a heart’, Mr Brain explained. ‘But who is going to run the trade of the kingdom?’, Mr Heart asked as the world opened beneath his feet. ‘I will run the trade and I will run it with great difficulty’, Mr Brain said. ‘But what about everything I’ve done with the Lung twins? And Mrs Oral Cavity and Ms Lip? And Lord Rectum? We’ve finally got him over to our side!’. ‘I’m so sorry Mr Heart’, Mr Brain said, ‘but I’m running out of red coins. I thought we were going to be swimming in red coins by this time, but it’s simply taking longer than expected’.

It was a cheerless conversation, for both Mr Brain, but especially for Mr Heart. Never in a million years did he think that he would first be rewarded for his good work and then immediately told he was no longer needed. Confused, scared and upset, Mr Heart left the kingdom, without saying a word to the other highly placed officials. 

The day Mr Brain told Mr Heart he was no longer needed will be remembered in the kingdom. The news were broken to the other highly placed officials the next day, together with the even sadder news that Mr Brain didn’t need the county of Left Arm and that all inhabitants of Left Arm were also being asked to leave.

Wisdom and leadership cannot be taught. Some rulers might think they are good leaders, but this is not always the case. Mr Heart thought Mr Brain was a good ruler, but regrettably he was wrong.

Mr Heart, who is now looking to join his next kingdom, often thinks about how Mr Brain’s kingdom is fairing, with no Left Arm and no Heart. And of course, this story became the topic of endless conversations in other kingdoms by other people.

‘Mr Heart, yesterday night I thought about what you said and felt so mad’, exclaimed Mr Heart’s dear friend Mr Maker. ‘If you need me to go and set fire to your office  I can, no problem’. ‘I appreciate your concern, but there really is no need for arson!’, Mr Heart laughed.’I was pretty mad too, at least as mad as hearts can get, but I’ve had a whole week to process it’, Mr Heart explained. ‘If you say so’, Mr Maker said, shrugging his shoulders as if determined for revenge. ‘I could put the severed head of a horse at the entrance?’, Mr Maker said. Clearly joking, Mr Heart said that that would do. You see, Mr Maker comes from a kingdom from the far south where people have even bigger hearts than Mr Heart himself. ‘I’m sure the people of Mr Brain’d kingdom to do well, they all deserve to do well’, Mr Heart explained. ‘And I cannot wish them anything bad, because well, I have a heart’.

Heart and Brain

Don’t Let the Things that Suck in Your Life Suck the Life Out of You – Day 168

Friday 08:42, Northern Line, London

Have you ever felt like everything is going wrong? Like the world, whether it’s home, work or life in general, is against you? Or if not directly against you, at the very least trying its very best to trip you up, leaving you falling or worse, flat faced, with your desire, ambition and future yet another step further away?

Sometimes, life just sucks. Yep, it just sucks big time. I’m mean BIG time. As a matter of fact, this week has been real though for family, friends, colleagues and fellow MBA students. I’m not a big believer in coincidences, but there sure was something happening on our little planet this week. For me, life has sucked as I’ve been sick for almost a week now and I can’t afford not to run at 200% at work nor miss my 15 hours of studying per week. But I have. And it just sucks. And while rolling around in all of this sucktivity is sometimes a necessary step to feeling better; a ritual of sorts, after which you emerge stronger-willed, more determined and with a newly found focus, it’s definitely not good to dwell here for too long.

Feelings of despair, confusion and misery or plain insecurity for that matter will eventually turn against you and all the things that suck in your life will soon end up sucking the life out of you.

So what’s there to do?

Well, I don’t profess to know how to solve everyone’s problems, and it sure is way easier to dish out advice when your own world is relatively problem-free. But I’m a strong believer in two concepts and those are action and acceptance, and understanding their true power will help turn your blue day a bit rosier.

Action is needed for everything as without it we’re stuck in the proverbial rut, the status quo. If we act on something, however big or small, we challenge this status quo and our action becomes the first step towards taking a bit of control back in our lives. And that first step can be really hard sometimes, but once it is taken, life tends to fall back in its place.

Acceptance is also an essential aspect of our daily survival kits. Sometimes things will inevitably go south and when they do it’s important to realise that there are a few things we can’t change and accepting this very fact is our first step in moving onwards and upwards. This is easier said than done and requires emotional intelligence and maturity. Sometimes we have it, sometimes we don’t – but if you don’t accept things that you can’t control, you’re destined to be stuck in a bad place for a while.

Whilst I realise all of this may come across as quite simplistic I still think there’s some value in this. If your work situation, an incident at work or a family issue seems overcomplicated, well, try simplifying it and accept what you have no control over and act on the things you can change.

You’ll feel better and may be a step closer to finding your next job, rolling out a new idea at work or facing up to a horrible boss.

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Why I Suck at Doing Scientific Research – Day 161

Friday 17:17, Ballards Lane, London

It’s finally time for the research project! Yay! No more exotic sounding surnames, theories and years of publication, or number crunching for that matter. For the next few weeks we will be scoping out a research proposal on which I will base my research project that will complete my first year of the MBA.

Although we must not call it a ‘project’. The online literature and our virtual tutor insist on calling it an evidence-based initiative (EBI). I’m still trying to work out what the difference is. I think it has something to do with the fact that the ‘initiative’ is on such a small scale (6-7 weeks) that it hardly can be classified as a research project.

Once the scoping proposal is submitted, we have until early summer to organise our thoughts and approach before starting analysing our chosen topic. I haven’t finished the scoping part yet, but I’d like to cover an aspect of lead generation, perhaps how effective marketing activities are in relation to cold calling. We’ll see.

I’m really looking forward to this part and I guess it will highlight if I’m any good at social science research and if I like it. I know that I’m awful at medical research, having dropped out from my DPhil, mid-way. If I think back at my relatively short-lived life as a research scientist I can identify three top research failures.

I once decapitated a pregnant mouse. For context I was extracting embryos from pregnant mice to study polydactyly and tibial hemimelia, a congenital malformation where the hand has too many digits and part of the lower leg is absent. The most humane way of killing mice is to break their fragile necks using your bare hands, and although I had been trained to do this during the animal husbandry course, I couldn’t stand it. It used to freak me out every time I had to pick up the poor little buggers. One day I decided that I needed an alternative and instead of using my fingers to break the necks of these unsuspecting rodents I found a blunt metal blade. It didn’t look at all sharp, but of course, I was wrong. Swoosh! The head of the mouse was instantly separated from the body and it rolled off the lab bench as the body itself remained twitching for a second. Blood came gushing out of the severed neck like a mini sprinkler. Luckily mice only have about 150 ml of blood so the mess I created wasn’t catastrophic. Yet, it was a very unpleasant experience and I do not wish to repeat it.

I once lost a test tube full of radioactive material. Hopefully nobody from the Karolinska Institute is reading this but when I was doing a summer internship at the Ludwig Institute for Cancer Research I lost a test tube full of radioactive material. As it so happened, I didn’t close the lid of the centrifuge properly and as the test tubes started to spin around at increasing speed, the lid of the centrifuge flung open and out came hurtling the test tubes. To say that I panicked is an understatement! With the help of a gamma detector device, I quickly found and collected as many test tubes as I could and found all but one. I’ve never confessed this laboratory mishap to anyone, so apologies to whomever found it. I’m sure the quantity of radioactivity was so small that it’s completely harmless!

I was never meant to work as a research scientist. Last but certainly not least and in many ways my biggest research failure of all was my last three months at the Department of Human Anatomy & Genetics at Oxford. When I started my DPhil I was certain that I was destined to live the life of a research scientist. I loved the science, I was absolutely fascinated and intrigued by the inner workings of cells (I still am, by the way). But what I hadn’t quite grasped was that as a scientist you spend 90% of your time in the lab, mixing colourless liquids with colourless liquids, over and over again. Hundreds of times. No, thousands of times. Constantly separating DNA, constantly amplifying it through the polymerase chain reaction so that ultimately it could be run through the gel electrophoresis overnight. Nobody told me that it would take ages to master the skills of doing research. In the beginning I totally sucked at it. I used to forget to put the DNA back on ice, which meant it was immediately rendered completely useless. But I would only find out two days later when the experiment yielded results – or no results in my case. I learnt that I sucked at getting the gel out of the electrophoresis machine too, and I can’t remember how many times that damn gel broke and disintegrated before my very eyes. I struggled, but I persevered and eventually, after a few months, I got better at it. But boy did I hate it… When I told my tutor that I wanted to quit she said ‘I think you have the brains to do this, but you’re heart wants something else‘.


A Morning with Angelina Jolie – Day 154

Saturday, 8:26am, Los Feliz, Hollywood, California

A few weeks ago I received a call from Angelina Jolie who invited me over to her humble abode in Los Feliz. I guess she must have remembered me from the reception following her War Child lecture late last year that Marc interpreted. Anyway, to cut a long story short, before I knew it, I was whisked away on a private jet to find myself sitting in the back garden of Angelina’s house, sipping a homemade Detox Intensifier juice carefully crafted by her abundance of helping hands.

So what brought this on, you may be asking yourselves? Well, following her health ordeals Angelina developed an interest and an appetite for management studies, and what better way to delve into this topic that interviewing the blogger behind The Executive Kitchen.

Yes, moi.

Angelina JolieWhat is it about management that really interests you?
Me: Well Angelina, my interest in management originates from not having any formal management teaching, yet be in a position of management with significant responsibilities. If I can do what I did in my previous career without any management training, I cannot help to think what can I do in my current job with management training? Of the modules we’ve covered so far, I’ve been fascinated by power and politics, organisational change and motivation. From a work perspective, I’m interested in developing as a knowledgeable, thoughtful and passionate leader.

AJAre there specific issues that you want to develop or change about management?
MeI’d like everyone who is a line manager to go through some kind of management training. I think it’s absolutely necessary, as responsible employers, to equip our staff with the adequate skills and tools to be successful in their jobs. Line management is generally just thrown at you and if you’re good you’ll earn the respect of your team. If you’re terrible at it, your team will suffer for as long as you’re their manager. And believe me, I’ve seen and experienced both.

AJ: What is the fascination of managing for you?
MeI guess now that I’m in a senior management position what fascinates me about management is the fact that I’m not only responsible for the commercial success of the organisation I work for, but I’m also responsible for a large team of individuals. I feel that if I make the wrong decision and take us down blind alley, the consequences could be catastrophic. Actually, this happened to the Creative Director of my previous company – and he lost his job, despite being one of the founders and shareholders! So it’s even more important for me to make the right strategic decisions. I want us to be successful and I want everyone I work with to do well. A key aspect of management is to get all these things right, and I’ll tell you, it’s not an easy task. Sometimes you have to keep doing what you believe is right, even if the money isn’t instantly materialising.

AJIs it just a matter of your job or are there wider factors at play?
MePrimarily it’s just a matter of my job. But one of the curiosities about learning is that, for me, it opens up the appetite for more learning. When something interests me to the point of fascination my brain going into warp speed and I find myself looking at things I would never consider before. Like doing a PhD in organisational behaviour or power.

AJ: Are there some things relevant to management which you’re already good at that you’d like to build on?
MeThe thing about management Angelina is that if you reach a senior management position it’s generally an indication (but not always) that you are good at what you do and that you have at least basic leadership qualities. I guess in my case I’d like to think that I’m a good listener, I tend to think about things for a while before acting, I’m good at analysing complex situations and can communicate them in clear and simple terms. I also like to think that I’m a people’s person, which generally means that other people enjoy working with me. Although I have been described as blunt and demanding in the past! Not in the same sentence and by two different people, though!

AJ: Is there a career move that you would like to make?
MeNo, I just started my new job 8 months ago and I love it. I have no desire to try something else, in fact, my hands are pretty full at the moment just doing what I’m currently doing. We’ll see what happens in the future. If I do my job really well maybe we will be sold to some large multi-national, but what I’ll do then will have to remain unknown until the day it happens. If it ever happens.

AJDo you want to change your specialist/technical professional identity and outlook, and move more fully into general management?
Me: Well Angelina, I’m a scientist by training and throughout my career I have worked in a variety of scientific, editorial, managerial and commercial roles. I guess the final piece is general management and studying towards this MBA and working as sales and marketing director could potentially be a step in that direction. Or perhaps I’ll mix this with academia and get that coveted PhD and teach one day a week at LBS. But I’ll be honest with you, sometimes I just want to travel the world, eat out and work out! Like you!

AJWhat would you like to change about your position at work and the responsibilities you current have?
Me: Nothing. As I’m fairly new to this type of STM publishing I need to grow my industry knowledge. Publishing has been through a major change as a result of the technological drive of the internet and I’m definitely still in learning mode.

AJ: Are there some things to do with managing which you’d just like to be better at?
MeThis is a tricky question, and I’m not sure if I can answer it objectively. I guess one thing I’d like to improve is that I’d always like to be on top of things. I hate the feeling of having too many things to do, or not doing things properly. So time management, I guess. And perhaps being stricter and not allowing myself to be pulled in so many different directions! But perhaps this is a question to ask my team or boss!

Angelina Jolie

This is a fictional interview between me and Angelina Jolie. If you are reading this and are Ms Jolie’s publicist or manager or if you are Angelina Jolie, please don’t take offence. I needed a creative outlet for the reflective practice of my mini-research project (EBI) at the OU.