Working as a lifestyle manager in London for the last 3 years has certainly been interesting. Never a day the same! Even today’s relatively slow day of data input has been (mercifully) punctuated by other odd jobs such as letting a plumber into someone’s house, finding out where to get a mug printed with a photo and other such things.
Last month was the 20th anniversary of my moving to the UK from Australia. In case you’re busy doing the maths I’d like to add that I was only 2 at the time, but anyone that has spoken to or met me will know that’s not quite true. Anyway, whenever I go home I spend a lot of time trying to explain to friends and family what exactly a ‘Lifestyle Manager’ is and does. If I explain it in terms of something along the line of being a Virtual PA, people younger than 50 have a bit more of an idea; but people of my parent’s generation just glaze over and say something like “that sounds interesting dear”.
This has made me wonder how an organisation like cushion the impact might work in Australia. And I don’t mean in the cities – you can already find Concierge and Lifestyle Managers easy enough in Sydney, Melbourne, Perth etc. I’m thinking more of the ‘other’ Australia; the smaller towns (or ‘cities’ that Aussies call them – a population of 9000 not being a barrier to being named a city in Aus, and even a few houses grouped around a pub will be called a ‘town’).
With all that distance between places, trying to organise things can take on a different edge. Would we charge travel costs and time? This could add up to a large amount very quickly, as just going from my dad’s house to the local shops can take 1 hour by car. I could try public transport but the bus goes through the town only once a week. This makes me think fondly of the public transport system here in the UK – not something that happens very often.
I did try sending flowers once from London to my parents, but the delivery was so restricted it wasn’t worth the time and money. I considered flying over myself with the flowers, but they would’ve confiscated them at airport customs. They have very sweet looking sniffer dogs just waiting for people to bring in scraps of food and plant matter. I got excited once when the man standing next to me at the baggage carousel was asked to open his bag because Fido was rather interested in its contents. There I was thinking we have a drugs mule here, only to be disappointed when they produced a half eaten sandwich from his rucksack.
Anyway, as I head back into my world of data entry I shall remain content that it is in London that I am doing it, and not in the outback of Australia where I wouldn’t be able to nip out and let a plumber into someone’s house as distraction.