DeskDemon is looking for two PAs who are super organised, love labelling in the office and who could write a product review of the the DYMO Touch Screen label maker for publication on DeskDemon.

If you would like to have a go, please enter your details http://www.deskdemon.com/pages/uk/office/dymo-review and we will contact you soon.

As well as seeing your review in print, you'll also get to keep the DYMO Touch Screen label maker, as a thank you for your feedback.

Many thanks 


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There was an article on DD last year about how untidiness at work may be holding you back when it comes to your appraisal.  Companies across the UK were asked whether they take the state of employees' desks into consideration as an indicator of wider organisational skills during appraisals.

If you work in London or the SW make sure your desk is pristine....  over half of bosses take the state of your desk into consideration!

http://www.deskdemon.com/pages/uk/career/wantpromotion

The following e-mail was sent to me, which in light of yesterday, I think is an excellent idea.  

East Anglian Ambulance Service have  launched a national 'In case of
Emergency (ICE)' campaign with the support of Falklands war hero Simon
Weston .
The idea is that you store the word 'ICE' in your mobile phone address
book, and against it enter the number of the person you would want to be contacted 'In Case of Emergency'.  In an emergency situation ambulance
and hospital staff will then be able to quickly find out who your next
of kin are and be able to contact them.

My 15 year old daughter was in London yesterday,  working with my sister at a publishing company in Shaftesbury Avenue as part of her work experience - luckily I was able to contact them both very quickly.  The company were superb in establishing whether anyone of their several hundred staff were missing, across many different London based buildings and organised 'walking' trips home, so that people going in the same direction walked together.  My daughter, sister and her colleagues walked from Shaftesbury Avenue to Acton in just over 3 hours, chatting to many strangers along the way.

I love London and having grown up in the city, absolutely know that nothing will ever, ever conquer its spirit.

I would have interpreted this as a need to focus on something other than her illness.  Maybe she felt that work was the only way she could cope.  What were her alternatives?  sitting at home and moping around?  Sounds to me like she just wanted to keep on going, staying active and feeling (if not being)  productive.  When a friend of mine had cancer she also had a tunnel vision approach and worked like the clappers, even though she was really, really sick. She said later it was what had pulled her through - she would not be defeated by the Big C.
Jane

This one made me groan!  When my son was 7, we moved to a house that backed on to fields.  Each field was surrounded by a hedge, with a gap that led into the next field.  Unless you knew exactly where the gap was, you had to walk aournd the hedge until you found it ... and they were fairly large fields and the gaps were in different places.  There were several acres of fields, which finally let down to a railway line.  
We'd only been in the house for a about a week when my son asked if he could go search for clay pidgeons, which I allowed him to do PROVIDING he stayed in the first field, where I could keep an eye on him and knew he wouldn't get lost.  Then the phone rang......  
20 minutes later, my son was gone.  My daughter and I searched and shouted and called and couldn't find him.  
Many of you will know that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach and having searched for 30 mins  I called the police, trying to allay images of him lost and on the railway line.
No problem, don't worry, we'll send out the helicopter immediately madam said the police.  And sure enough, just as the helicopter hovered by the house, my son turned up with a huge stack of clay pidgeons balanced in his hands - with a great grin on his face.
The police were very kind....

Hi Georgie,

Glad to hear things are looking up.  

I'm dyslexic as is my whole family (in the genes apparently!) and none of us have done too badly.  My sister, despite only getting one 'O' level has climbed to near the top of her tree at a very large publishing company  and my brother, who scraped a degree by working 10 times harder than everyone else, is a successful businessman in Washington DC.  I also have dyslexic cousins working in music and fashion and I have worked in the media for more years than I care to remember.

As a dyslexic you're in good company.  Winston Churchill, Richard Branson, Jonathan Dimbelby, Linda Le Plante, Micahel Hessletine and Robbie Williams, to name but a few, are all dyslexic too.  

Dyslexics often have very high IQs and tend to be innovative and creative thinkers, intuitive with great verbal communication skills - look upon your strengths and, as I'm sure you already do, use spell check and calculators and check everything over several times!

If you want to know more about dyslexia or your legal rights visit:  http://www.bda-dyslexia.org.uk.  

Best of luck

A cowboy was herding his herd in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, RayBan sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window
and asks the cowboy, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you
have in your herd, will you give me a calf?"

The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure.  Why not?"

The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects
it to his AT&T cell phone, surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls
up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location which
he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.

The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it
to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within seconds, he
receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and
the data stored.  He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex formulas. He uploads all of this data via an email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response. Finally, he prints out a full-colour, 150-page report on his hi-tech,
miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the cowboy and says,
"You have exactly 1586 cows and calves."

"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says the
cowboy.  He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car. Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"

The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"
"You're a consultant." says the cowboy. Wow! That's correct," says the
yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"

No guessing required," answered the cowboy. "You showed up here, even
though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew; to a question I never asked; and you don't know anything about my business."

"Now give me back my dog."

This is soo funny, brought tears to my eyes.  Tho' does beg the question of how old the children are - assume/hope they're  primary - If it's secondary God help us!