Amy Roullier is a British writer and author of Silent Reflections of a Fragile Heart. Through her blog, she challenges the negative stereotypes surrounding being single, while candidly sharing her experiences with mental health, personal losses, and the complex, often misunderstood realities of adulthood.
Six years ago, my job was predominantly social. I’d natter with total strangers, host presentations in front of hundreds of people and whilst never totally comfortable, I was pretty good at speaking in front of an audience. But for the past few years I’ve been working from home, and something has changed. Recently, I stood in front of a handful of people with more watching online. I had nothing to do, …
Pre pandemic, if someone had suggested a 100% stay at home role I would have firmly declined. I loved that four of my five days a week were spent traveling across the country meeting customers within a highly sociable role. I loved being out and about. And as a singleton living alone, socialising and making contact with new people was a great thing. However when Covid struck the world, like many …
More often than not nowadays I see jobs advertised with no salary definition. But why? 98% of employees want to know salary details before applying for a job. That figure is no surprise to me. (Well actually, who the heck are the 2% that isn’t bothered with knowing what they’re going to get paid?) In November 2022 a new law was passed requiring all New York employers to disclose salary …
The amount of times I’ve thought to myself at work, ‘How have you got here?’ Followed by, ‘At what point will someone realize I shouldn’t be?’ If you’ve ever felt the same, welcome to imposter syndrome. A self-deflating little bugger of a mindset that makes you think you’ve somehow fooled everyone into believing you’re pretty good at your job, were worth promoting, actually know what the heck you’re doing and …
Last week I was defeated by a rogue flu type thing. I didn’t look like shit, but I felt like a truck load of shit had been thrown at my poor broken body. I phoned my Mum the night before on the way home from work, and said I was feeling pretty rubbish. “Take a day off, get some rest,” she said. Easy to say, I thought. There was no …
I don’t know about you, but I’m fully over the whole 5 day working week. Maybe it was the impact of a Covid-pandemic that brought it on. Or current hustle culture where the working day seems to begin way ahead of the 9am start, rarely gets the opportunity to utilise that lunch break and regularly sees the hours rack up after finish time. Possibly I just hate Monday’s and it …
University is the place to make lifelong friends, live your best life and create memories that will last a lifetime. When I got my place at Nottingham Trent University 18 years ago, that was the dream. Well it was definitely the image I had in my head anyway. The real start of my life and an amazing few years ahead. Everyone said to me, “You’ll have the time of your …
Last year my boss (who is also a woman) ended a virtual meeting by saying, “This comment is for the ladies on this call. Stop. Apologising.” She said it because I’d apologised numerous times for the basic look of my PowerPoint slides. Another female colleague had apologised for explaining what they were there to explain in great detail. The third, as they thought the subjects they were bringing to the …
Rest and relaxation. Sounds lovely doesn’t it? That idea of just chilling out, no plans, nothing to do. Long dreamy moments to align and reflect. However I’ve always struggled to put rest and relaxation into practise. This is the era of busyness culture after all; where a busy life equates to a successful one. But has the workaholic lifestyle lost its aspirational shine? Is there less of a struggle to …
. Ever struggled to find the right balance between wanting to do a good job and knowing when to say you can’t take on anymore because you don’t want your commitment to doing a good job leading to 50+ hour weeks? Yep, I feel you. Pre-Pandemic my career dominated my life. I’d leave home at around 6am, attempting to miss the rush hour traffic as I drove across the UK …
