Technical Glossary from Baltic Sea

I had taken a new job, and so far had really enjoyed it. I’d travelled a fair bit, staying in some pretty nice hotels, including one Rügen hotel I could quite easily live in. The buffet breakfasts were to die for, and I easily imagined waking every morning to the view of the Baltic Sea. But I suppose you’d get sick of bacons and eggs, hot porridge and fresh coffee every morning. Or, maybe not. I’d like to give it a go, though. While I had been involved in a number of work from home opportunities (www.moneymakingmommy.com) in the past, I was really looking forward to my new position working from the Baltic sea.

The position I was in involved hotel on Ruegen visiting different places around the Baltic Sea, mostly clients, but some prospective clients where it was my job to win them over with my amazing talent for boring people into signing contracts. Fair enough, information technology was not everyone’s cup of tea, but it was my life holiday home on Baltic Sea and I was good at it. So good, in fact, the company had charged me with starting a whole new division, including the policies and procedures, website, glossary and training manuals. Not that I am blowing my own trumpet, of course. But I am good.

So it was decided that the first 12 months I’d live from a suitcase as I had no family to worry about. Heck, I didn’t have a girlfriend either, but I was young and like the older people in the company’s hierarchy kept telling me “You’re still young, you have your whole life ahead of you!”

I went from hotel to hotel, collecting clientele and working with those we already had, and in my downtime I’d work on the new division. The technical glossary was the worst; I hated dictionaries and the research was not as fun as it sounded. But it was work I could do anywhere, anytime. And I did – by the pools, the beaches, in the bars and on the balconies. I got that technical glossary together and I was proud of it. I could tell you where every word was defined, in which hotel or at which beach. It became a labour of love. Or, love-hate. But I got it done and when I was finished I backed it up about seven different ways, for fear of losing it.