I ventured back to the smoke yesterday to see a couple of clients, one for coaching and the other consulting. It was weird to be back into smart clothes (which the puppies promptly chewed on their journey from outside pen to be locked in the house).
Although you have to invest time to win business the thing I found most difficult was all the coffee drinking. Here in New Zealand doing coffee is a big thing. There are however only so many lattes and cappuccinos that you can drink in a morning. By the time I was back home at lunch time I was almost as hyperactive as the puppies were on their release from the house.
Still it was a gentle test of the domestic executive waters to see how it felt.
I was actually quite pleased to be able to engage in conversations other than basset hound routines and what to buy at the supermarket. But not as pleased to come up the Te Marua hill towards the house and eventually come along the drive to see the house and view behind. Cruising along Lambton Quay and window shopping for new trousers was pretty good. You'll be pleased to know that I was successful in finding a new pair of shoes in the sale to replace the trousers (I know, but when a girl needs cheering up it's only really shoes that do it).
Today it's back to DE responsibilities again and playing at consultant has to wait again for another day. If all the offers of work come off I'm going to be a very busy beaver very soon. A nice prospect as long as it doesn't take me too far from my view of the hills.
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