What am I really doing in Dublin?

People always ask what I’m studying here in Dublin. And to be fare, it sounds a bit fuzzy. But I will try to explain.

It is a broad programme, that prepare us to the tasks of a manager. And what does that mean? Well, the Master will provide us with the knowledge of the diversity of a business. How it can/could/should operate, how the different departments correlate with each other, how it could gain competitive advantages through different strategies etc. Simple put, it shows the different aspects a manager should take in consideration.

The autumn, Semester One was mainly focused on business strategies, such as: Marketing Analytics, Financial Analytics, Strategic Management and Innovation and Change Management. What is the core business; what market should it operate within; what are the internal and external factors that might effect the business; how can financial management be beneficial. And so on. Quite ‘hard’ facts.

Semester Two is, since a week ago, up and running; what I thought was going to be a fairly easy spring will probably be as busy as the last. This semester’s courses are: Human Capital Management and Development; Information Systems and Project Management; Business Simulation (individually focused on development) and Action Learning and Research.
These courses seems to revolve around ‘softer’ aspects of a manager, such as communication, leadership etc. I am really looking forward to them!

Glad I got to read at two fictional books during the holidays. As from now and eight months ahead there wont be any of that, except for journals and reports.

As from now on and eight months forward, there wont be any reading of other then journals and reports revolving management. Glad I got to read at least two fictional during the holidays.

And in addition, we are soon starting with the dissertation (equivalent to Sweden’s “D-uppsats”). We will have approximately 3 months to write a dissertation of 20 000 words; which have to include a minimum of 60-80 references, of which 80 % have to be journals and reports; a qualitative or quantitative research conducted by our self. And finally, no one can in the past have written a paper about the same topic. It is due the 18th of August, so therefore, I can forget about a summer vacation. (Fortunately, I’m planing a road trip in Sweden with Fiona, as soon as the dissertation is handed in. But I’ll tell you more about that later!).

I have an idea of writing about the Change Management in an industry with high innovational speed, and where the market (and competition) is growing. I want to examine what happens when a company move from being a small, flexible company to a large, structural. What is the behavior of the managers and employees; what is required etc. And as you see, it is still very broad and most likely, someone has already written about this. So, my initial challenge will be to narrow it down.

That’s it Folks, any questions?

Cork

Reality exceeded my expectations, Cork was wonderful!

In short, it was a weekend full of great conversations; tasty Irish food and home baked bread and scones; music, song and guitar; something as random as a caravan-get-together(!!!!); wine and more good food; Lovely Irish people with a genuine interest of getting to know the Swedish girl; sleeping till late; lots and lots of rain; waterbottles and fires to warm cold feet; laughter; and a lot of motherly care from Mrs O’Donovan (she sent with homemade jam and coleslaw!) and she always said  “Love” or “Darling” with here warm and cheerful Irish accent, which melted my heart!

A great weekend! Thank you O’Donovan’s!

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Outside the roads were floded, but inside a fire and an Irish meal made of smoked Bacon, cabbage and praties (potatoes) was waiting for us. It was delicious!
We sat down by the fire with a bottle of red wine, and got to know each other. After a while Tony, Mr O’Donovan, picked up the guitarr and entertained us with his music. Short after Fiona joined in by playing the fluit and sang. Oh Lord, she has a beautiful voice. Listening to the two of them singing and playing old Irish songs, was magical. Get goosebumps just thinking about it.

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Tony let us wish songs. I wished for Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan I got.

Weekend in Cork

We talked for hours, about life here in Dublin, in Sweden. About school, politics, music. And about Irish history in particular.
The strategic geographical location of Ireland has made the country an important pawn of the great powers. During centuries, the Irish people have have been so miss-treated, but have been fighting for their right to live.
Tony and Fiona sang many old Irish songs from The Famine, while Margret told me about the dark ages when the British Empire was starving the people to death. Only 170 years ago, in the 1840’s, the Famine took 6 million people. Actually more people than there is in Ireland today.

They sang “The Praties they grow small”, a song from that time.

Weekend in Cork

They insisted on me playing something swedish. Played a short tune by Kent.

Weekend in CorkWeekend in CorkAt 3,30 am, I was tucked in with 6 blankets and two water bottles.On Saturday we went out to Kinsale, and had a great walk to an old fort. Yet again they could tell about ages when the English, Spanish and Americans fought for Ireland. Unfortunately, it was raining cats and dogs, so I don’t have any photos from that.

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Weekend in Cork

Lovely Tony, Margret and Fiona

Check in, Logout – a Weekend getaway

You know the panicky feeling, that creeps up when you realize you’ll be unreachable. Isolated. Unsocial and un-informed.
Like when you’ve forgotten the phone. Or seen that there’s only a few per cent left of your batteries. Or when there’s no connection…

This wknd lovely Fiona has invited me to her hometown, Cork, to stay at her parents’ over the weekend. We haven’t had the time to catch up yet, so a weekend getaway is perfect!
My expectations of Cork is high! Not only because it is said to be the ‘real’ Capitol of Ireland, but lets me just say that Fiona has hyped it up a bit 😉

20130125-161732.jpg And off we go!

So, when packing in a somewhat of a hurry after class, I remembered to bring my charger, but forgot the adapter-converter-what’s-its-name thingy.. Meaning my phone will be dead by this evening. That I’ll be unreachable. Isolated. Unsocial and in-informed.

And that’s probably only a good thing!

2013, bring it on!

One month. En månad. De mhí amháin…
… Sometimes one just have to take a vacation. And that is exactly what I did. Went home to Sweden and stayed there for, well, one month!

Doing what? Nothing useful, but oh so important!
Like catching up with great friends and family. Ate great food. Went for great walks. Slept great. Drank great. Played in great snow. Partied and danced great (oh well). Slept some more. Great!

Now I’m back in Dublin, for my second semester, and everything is back to normal. Being as well rested I as got to be over Christmas, I’m now more than psyched over all the possibilities and changes that this year will bring!!

It's windy in Howth

Sweden vs. Ireland – Is there’s always an excuse to party?

In Sweden?
– Yes, let me just check my schedule.

In Ireland?
– Yes.

There’s no question who deserves the mark on this. And that’s what I love about this country and its people. There’s no fuss, nothing is very complicated or to structured. If you want to do something, just ask and someone will undoubtedly say yes. However, in Sweden people are often tied up in something very important. Schedule’s all set and people often hang out in their groups and rarely leave it for a beer with someone else. OK, I might have over-exaggerated a bit, but it is not far from the truth.

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Anywho.. Over to yesterday’s excuse for a party:

TWELVE PUBS OF CHRISTMAS
The last couple of weeks Dublin been INVADED of people dressed in sweaters that, well, lets just say that Mark Darcy’s mother would be proud. People dressing in awful, yet charming, Rudolph-sweaters. Santa hats. Reindeers antlers. Christmas tree lightning in their hair. On their shirts. On their shoes. Business people. Students. Old people. Young people. Hip people.

In Ireland, they have put a christmas-twist on their usual pub crawl, by dressing up like a christmas tree and then visiting 12 pubs on a strict schedule! And it was busy, every pub was crammed with happy people! Of course,I had to try it out!Fiona, Teresa and Friends IMG_6985Quite satisfied with the result! Was invited to join sweet Fiona, her sister Teresa and friends. 

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Irish people are the most relaxed, easy going people, but when it comes to 12 Pubs of christmas, it gets serious. Look at the schedule they emailed everyone, love it!

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Got to try out a bunch of cool pubs, found my favorite one so far: the pub with no name. Cool atmosphere, cool music, gorgeous people
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12 Pubs of christmas at Harry's 12 Pubs of Christmas

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As you can see, the results of photoing is as good as the number of pubs you’ve visited. Hmm..

Weekend in Dublin!

Previous weekend I fell even more in love with this place and I was re-boosted with new energy! Why?

Had the perfect excuse to take a break from the finals, got a visit from Sweden! Not only did I not spend a single minute thinking of school, but I got also to experience Dublin again!

We spent the weekend by eating and drinking. Walked. Ate great seafood. B&B. Showed my Dublin. Pubs. Watched Dublin girls try to walk in high heals. Laughed. Ate and drank some more. Lazy mornings. Full Irish breakfasts. Sunday market. Visit to Howth. Drank with fishermen. Stunning coastal walk.

Simply a great weekend!

 

Les Misérables

Oh, the Joy when I found the 25th anniversary of the West End’s production of Les Misérables.

I was ten years old when I heard the most beautiful song in the world; “On my own”, sung by Éponine (Lea Salonga) in Les Misérables. If you haven’t heard or seen the musical before, this is your chance. See it!

If you want to cheat, fast forward to:

-17 minutes and 35 minutes: Beautiful Lea Salonga sings “I dreamed a dream” and “Fanthine’s Death: Come to me”
– 1h 30 minutes: Eponine’s “On my own”
– 1h 46 minutes:  Jean Valjan’s “Bring him home” (Alfie Boe is remarkable, left me speechless)
– 2h 27 minutes: Jean Valjan’s “Bring him home” (All former Jean Valjeans perform)

Sweden vs. Ireland

Am reading reports from Sweden (Facebook and Instagram) saying it’s mental there: snowstorm, -20 and absolute chaos. But the thing is:

In Sweden it’s could outside, but when you get inside you’ll get warm.
In Ireland it’s warm(er) outside, but when you get inside you’ll get cold.

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