It's going on 10:30 p.m. and I've been thinking about writing one more post before I hit the hay. Turns out that my fabulously clever writer friend Mary has done it for me. Now I don't know if this breaks the unwritten rules of blogging, paraphrasing another's post in its entirity, but I am going to go for it. Mary I owe you!
Mary's a much better writer than I am. If you want a good read check out her blog.
Networking as originally posted on the Humble Postbox
"So last night I met Rhea for a catch-up in Farringdon. Rhea had been in town for an interview with a recruitment agency. As we were half-way through our drink the two guys beside us got up to leave and then Rhea did something that really impressed me; she got up to politely introduced herself to one of the men and got his email address.
That’s right, Rhea was networking. Turns out that before I arrived she had overheard the two men mention the industry they work in and she took that as her cue to let them know that she was a young professional looking for her next opportunity in
. That took some balls. Balls I wish I had. I would never think to do that but I can see how it just might land someone a job. I am a terrible networker. Working up the courage to talk to new people takes it out of me. I remember starting at work and attending all the compulsory training sessions where the facilitator goes round the table and asks you to say something interesting about yourself. Hideous. Hideous, but at least it is prompted. London
Not to say I am a shrinking violet. I can get it together to talk when I need to. It’s a bit of a train wreck but my mouth opens and sounds come out."
I have to say that I don't agree with the last part and that's not just me kissing Mary's bum. Mary is definitely not a shrinking violet and everything that comes out of her mouth is poetry.