Running and business (a shameless plug)

The point of this site isn’t to document my personal life. Facebook is doing that job quite nicely thankyouverymuch. However (you knew that was coming right?) I do feel the need to share a little part of my personal life here, as I think it is relative.

On May 26th I’m doing a 35km trail run in Rotorua, and have been busy training for it with my fellow crazy-in-crime running buddy. Just this past week we ran 22km in the Waitakere Ranges and yesterday we completed 17km on Rangitoto, so you can see, not only do we need some serious psychological therapy, but we also have a lot of time to spend talking jibberish and getting all philosophical about life, work and the future.

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One girl’s take on exchange rates, taxes, yadda, yadda zzzzzzzzz

I’d never really understood or cared much about exchange rates before I started working for an exporter. All I knew was that when I was last in Europe my dollar didn’t go far at all and that wasn’t cool.

Working inside an international business that relies on the ability of the New Zealand dollar to be competitive with its major trading partners has meant I have began to learn a little more about the way exchange rates work, the factors that influence their movements, and how countries can manipulate exchange rates to grow their own domestic economies, stimulate demand for their goods and screw their neighbours.

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2011 and the reason for this blog

The last two months of 2011 were interesting in that I was trying to settle into my new role, and reconcile the expectations I had of the role with the reality of the situation I found myself in.

I had turned down another offer with a defined role in a defined company, with a defined future, for a leap into something completely unknown. All I knew was that I would have the chance to continue to learn, and I couldn’t resist the attraction of jumping into something which didn’t have a prescribed finish line or boundary; the opportunity variable was too much for me to pass by.

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