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South Australia’s coronavirus lockdown: open letter to the Premier

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Vietnam: It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time

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Your outrage doesn’t mean you’re right

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I have been participating in NaNoWriMo, which, for the uninitiated, is National Novel Writing Month. Except I’m not writing a novel, I am blogging as part of NaBloPoMo, or National  Blog Post Month, an offshoot of NaNoWriMo. Apparently, I am what is known as a NaNoRebel – typical! ( I had never heard of NaNo Rebel or NaNoBloPoMo until a couple of Twitter friends [whom I also know in real life] explained the concept to me, so hat tip to @ShaiCoggins and @KamTiger. These ladies have also been my blogging cheer squad, along with @danaesinclair – thank you!). A NaNoRebel prefers to concentrate on

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A while ago, I was chatting with a friend about her future prospects.  She had just resigned from a long-term job, and been offered a similar role in a sister company.  While she was pleased she had something to go to, there was a nagging feeling that it wasn’t the right move.  I suggested that perhaps a leap of faith might be the order of the day, and she didn’t look convinced.  Later, when I was thinking about the conversation, I decided that it is difficult to have faith in this age of cynics (and I am one).  Then I

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If you are a regular reader of my blog, you’ll know that I have become very disenchanted with my job of late. This comes down to a number of issues, namely: a poor change management process; a new manager who I find difficult – nay impossible! – to work with; and a loss of my higher duties allowance (decided by said new manager). Of course, because I can’t change any of this, it means that I am job-hunting. I am luckier than most. I have tertiary qualifications in education and communication and a c.v. that demonstrates I can turn my

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I registered my domain a few weeks ago <dianelee.com.au> and I have been umming and ahhing about what to do with it in terms of carving out my very own spot on the interwebz. I have so much digital stuff scattered everywhere, and my personal brand has diminished somewhat because I’m not freelancing much anymore (pesky job), that I wanted a central location to populate my All Over The Shop digital profile. I thought about a website, but it just seemed like too much trouble. And then, I had a light bulb moment. Why not use my blog? I have

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“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.”  – Mark Twain I have been doing a quite a but of soul searching of late. I’ve been thinking about who I have in my life, and why and how, and I’m starting to scale back. And a lot of this scaling back is based on the Mark Twain’s quote. I’m thinking about whom I’ve made a priority, and whether that person has reciprocated, and made me theirs. It’s about making decisions around, for example, how inclusive a person is in involving me in his or

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Just over a year ago a couple of firsts changed my life for ever. I went overseas and I walked a fun run – Fitzy’s 5. Not that big a deal, I hear you say. People do stuff like that all the time. But between then and now, I’ve lost close to 20 kilograms. And I’ve gotten fit, and I mean really fit. Fitter than I ever was even in my twenties. And I’m closer to fifty than I am to forty. My trip to Vietnam was the impetus for losing the weight. I knew I had put on some

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(Wanted, dead or alive: decent fucking management!) “People leave managers, not companies.” ~ Marcus Buckingham & Curt Coffman, First Break All The Rules I can count on one hand the number of good managers I have worked for. Not so bad, you say, until I tell you this: I have been working more than 30 years, and change jobs on average every 12 -18 months. So that’s around 30 jobs, with over 30 managers (as they move on and up). So say around 40 managers, give or take. If you do the math, around 15% of my managers have actually

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Ok. I’ll admit it. My name is Diane, and I’m a twitterholic. To be more precise, I’m twitterholic who is addicted to the hashtag. For people not familiar with Twitter, it is usually described as a micro-blogging site. You have 140 characters in which you can do pretty much anything (as long as you limit yourself to 140 characters!): spruik a business message, share interesting information, chat to other tweeters, butt into conversations, participate in debates, find like-minded people, search for interesting stuff, make friends, and even bring down a despot or two. (I have written a post if you aren’t

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I’m a single girl. I’ve never married, which is interesting in and of itself because of my upbringing. My mother married – and divorced – three times, and she had three daughters who never married, but all had children. Says something about the biological urge to be a procreate and to be a mother, but that’s a story for another day. I like being single. It has a lot of benefits: you can do what you like, when you like, with who you like, wear what you want, and eat whatever the hell you feel like. And spend however much

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Swoon (intransitive verb, from Middle English) – to feel strong, especially rapturous, emotion. To faint. I have been swooning lately. A lot. Not the fainting sort of swoon, but the Oh I Can’t Believe You Just Said That And It Made Me Feel Wonderful sort of swoon. I’ve found that swooning is not just limited to the pages of Jane Austen novels (oh, Captain Wentworth!), but in surprising places if one cares to look. So where am I finding these swoony interludes? In movies. Of course. And karaoke bars. Actually, just about any bar. And Twitter. Yes, that’s right Twitter.

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That word. You know the one I mean.  See you next Tuesday. Yes. That one. I hate it. There. I’ve said it. I don’t say and I don’t write it. Ever. I don’t like to hear it, and I don’t like to see it written anywhere. Instinctively, I find it abhorrent. I change channels on TV when I hear it and I generally unfollow people on Twitter who use it (where I see it most often, unfortunately). And while most followers agree with me, I have received some criticism from tweeps for this stand, including: women should reclaim the word

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Having a PhD was something that I thought I wanted. I thought that it would validate me and say to the world: “See, I told you I was smart!” and “See world! I am someone!”. I also thought I wanted to be an academic. I completed my Master of Arts in Communication Management as the post-grad student with the highest GPA (I was the Schultz Communication Prizewinner for 2008). I was head hunted by the University of South Australia to go into their Doctor of Communication program, so I was very flattered. I had also resigned from my job as a

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