My six job was the first on the list of start-ups that I had worked for. The company that I landed at, rather unexpectedly, was called Rising Star. I did not look for it, they found me through a recruiting agency located on Piccadilly Circus, London. The brief the agency…

Comparing to the previous four, my fifth job was the most rewarding in self-development sense. I got to cover a maternity leave for Marketing Manager at the non-for-profit organisation — Embroiderers’ Guild, the office of which at the time was located in the Hampton Court Palace. The Guild’s team consisted…

My fourth job was a result of using one of my connections. It was my classmate’s husband whom I contacted and asked whether he would like to hire me as an assistant to his office located on Bond Street, London. He was in antique jewellery business. The business was owned…

My third job was very similar to the second one but in a completely different environment and setting. Having moved from Helsinki to London, I decided to explore the travel market by apply to different travel agencies. Little did I know that London travel agencies were a far cry from…

My second job was with a Finnish travel agency Norvista that in 1997 used to have its office in the Astoria hotel right opposite the Isaac’s Cathedral, in Saint Petersburg, Russia. This was a summer job, part of the practical training that everyone who studied the hospitality management in the…

I’ve recently reconsidered the experience that I have got in my CV. Instead of looking at it from the point of view of a potential employer I have looked at it from the learning curve point of view. And when I did so, I realised that each work place highlighted…

‘The sea was glass. The air was soft and misty warm and the only other creature out of bed was a fisherman hauling crab pots at the harbour mouth. It gave me a fine feeling of conceit to be up before the world. My feet in sand shoes seemed like…

‘Deaths. On the 17th inst., at Ventnor, Mary Frances, widow of Jonathan Rashleigh, jun., of Menabilly, Cornwall, aged 25.’ (‘The Hour’, 23 February 1874) The death of Mary Frances Labouchere (1848–1874), the youngest daughter of an English banker, John Peter Labouchere (1798 -1863), was an inspiration for creating the circumstances…

‘An appalling tragedy,’ she was saying, ‘the papers were full of it of course. They say he never talks about it, never mentions her name. She was drowned you know, in the bay near Manderley…’’ (‘Rebecca’ by Daphne du Maurier) ‘An appalling tragedy’ that a fictional wealthy American lady, Mrs…