The Organic apprentice

Hi there

Well its been an interesting and exhausting week!

I took the executive decision to show my organic products at the Natural Organic show in London, and boy was I glad!. The drive to London from Lancashire was met with rain, hail, snow, a brief sun spot and more hail rain and snow down the M6. Fortunately it was a clear run and I pulled up to the site dreading it, but it went better than expected. WOW! this exhibition centre had porters to help unload your van, ( unheard of in my experience of shows)and my colleague Kei was waiting to help build the stand. So we were all off to a good start. This was on the Saturday,so after an evening of catching up with friends and a restraint of too many glasses of wine, ok I indulged in 2 large ones!, Sunday was the big opening day!

I was mobbed! I am not one to show off but it went crazy, people loved my organic products, they all said they were led by their noses by the amazing aromas. It was weird that there was a lot of Norwegiens, but I picked up Distrubutors from Norway, Sweden, France & Japan, along with amazing shops from the Uk. It felt great to talk all day about my products, call me sad, but I am so passionate about them and its all worth while when customers come back to me and say its healed their skin, or they just love it.

Opposite me was Burts Bees, a company that I identify with, and fortuntious in more ways than I can imagine. I will save it for another post, suffice to say that the universe works in miraculous ways!

So this evening its the first day back in the office and I am running late to watch the Apprentice. I tuned in at 9.30pm to find chaos in Bluewater shopping Centre! My secrest Favourite, Simon, is taking photos, Claire ( I call her The Corporate Communicator- as she knows the lingo bosses of corporates companies like to hear- whether that means she is good at her job is a different matter) is giving Simon, my favourite, the evils, the dressing down-err excuse me!, she was completely unprofessional. However Kev-the-Chef as named by Deborah from Scottish linen ( so love that that nick name deborah-thank you) was like an idiot bluffing his way through the chaos.

How could Alan, excuse me, Sir Alan! Have fired such an honest grafter as Simon? In my eyes, he is a man, ok yes I admit there is something fanciable about him, and you know what it is...he is a man! Yes! Thank the Lord. He is not some metro sexual man that spends more time in the bathroom or in front of the mirror than me, this guy has a hairy chest and would not wax if you paid him. I like a hairy chest. He is a wash, wet shave and go sort of man, I like that! Alan...opps Sir alan you made a boob here. However I know you like him and will offer him ajob. The question is does a man like Simon want to work for you? The ball is in Simon's court, but I would welcome him on my team any day.

What do you think? Was Sir Alan right in his decision?

Bye for now
Gillian