Sunday: the day of civilised happenings

Our first full day in London (well, this trip, anyway)! Sadly, the sun wasn’t out for most of the morning and we did get rained on a bit in the afternoon. However, we spent much of the day doing terribly cliched and magnificently fun English things:

Verity visited a red phone booth!

We saw the Changing of the Guard!

Some swans posed artily for us!

We had High Tea at the Orangery!

We listened to a band in Kensington Gardens playing a James Bond medley!

And I said hello to a squirrel!

The trip wasn’t bad this time; Qantas at least had decent food and kept us properly hydrated. It was a bit turbulent over Europe, though, and most of the first day has been spent feeling a little bit as if we’re swaying…

Philanthropy can’t do everything

I’ve just come back from doing grantseeker workshops in Canberra and Merimbula, and I’m off again this week for Sydney and Brisbane. I think it’s two months since I had a week where I haven’t hopped on a plane and spent a few nights away, apart from the week I was too sick. Normally I love workshops – the workshop itself, not the travel – but at the moment I’m hanging out for some workshop-free weeks.

I had someone at a recent workshop who really got me down. I find myself in a peculiar position whilst doing workshops – effectively trying to reveal “trade secrets” about how to access philanthropic funding, while at the same time often being put in the position of having to defend the philanthropic sector in general to angry disappointed grantseekers. Normally I quite enjoy it when I get someone a wee bit feisty, because it sparks things up a bit. This time, though, you could tell I’d lost my groove. The lady in question spoke up and said “I’m sure I speak for everyone here when I say that most of the organisations here are volunteer run and we have a thousand other things to do, and we don’t have time to do what you’re suggesting. We don’t have time to research and call people and tell them what we’re doing and write submissions. We can’t do what you’re telling us we should do”.

As I said, I usually have an answer; but in this case my first instinct (although I didn’t follow it) was to say “Well, why are you here? And why am I here?” What I actually did was tell her that I understood her dilemma, that I share her frustration, but that the reality is that if you want some of this money, you need to step up and ask for it, because it will not just come to you no matter how acute the need.

Soon afterwards, she left. I don’t know if she left because she was upset with my answer, because she decided I had nothing to teach her, or because she just had something else to do. But it depressed me.

I’m used to people giving me fabulous feedback for workshops, and I’m also used to people getting upset. I’ve had people upset at my using real life examples which they thought were generalisations or assumed were me falling prey to stereotypes – even though I stated that these were real examples I had seen. I’ve had people from small towns upset because they thought I implied that small towns were full of uneducated rubes, and people from arts groups upset because they thought I implied that the arts is difficult to justify funding when I was actually pointing out how vital it is for the health of the community. I’ve had representatives from Indigenous groups upset because I did not mention specifically that foundations fund indigneous projects, and others upset that I did mention indigenous projects because they felt they were being singled out. All this has told me is that there are people out there who will get upset and feel something is aimed at them personally, or is a comment on their organisation, when it really isn’t. Also that I need to be more careful with my wording – most of the time I talk on the fly, rather than from prepared notes, and sometimes I don’t express things as clearly as I should. Most of the time I read the feedback, take it under my belt, and adjust or not as I feel it’s necessary.

The negativity of “It’s too hard, we don’t have time, we can’t try, what you’re telling us is no good” really got me down, though. Normally it wouldn’t, but it came towards the end of a long, long series of workshops in which I’ve felt I was forced to defend my sector and myself a lot. But the funny thing is that I relate to that lady in a way. When you think about it, philanthropy can’t do everything. So much is obvious. Philanthropic funding is a tiny, tiny band-aid on a gaping wound. You compare it to the huge swathing bandages of government funding, and it seems insignificant. Half a billion or so per annum, versus tens of billions from government. We’re too little and spread too thin. We can’t do everything.

On the other hand, we can make some small difference in a real life.

One of the inherent dilemmas in philanthropy is what you tackle and how – do you spread your funds widely, or focus on one area and throw everything into it? Do you fund broadly or deeply? Tackling the root causes of problems is popular in philanthropy right now; advocacy, education, trying to prevent problems before we start. I think what we’re not seeing enough of right now is the differences that we’ve made. I know that I’ve read project acquittals that talked about making a real difference to real people; people who’ve learned how to manage tiny budgets and save for treats, people who feel better about themselves and are able to go out and socialise now, people who get some respite from caring for a child with difficult intellectual and physical disabilities. But those were internal. They weren’t shared, and nobody gets to hear about them. Why not?

Maybe it’s just that we in philanthropy are the same as the lady at the workshop. We’re overworked. There aren’t enough of us to do everything, there isn’t enough money to do everything, and we don’t have time to read and share and learn because we’re all frantically flailing about trying to keep our heads above water. Just in a different way.

Or maybe the workshops – and associated prospect of my regular work piling up in the office – are getting me down, and I’ll feel better in a month’s time 🙂 Who can say?

Travel tips

It’s been a while since I updated, hasn’t it? That’s due to a number of factors. I spent most of February travelling around doing workshops for the Not for Profit Network, and adding to my collection of travel horror stories (like having my flight from Perth cancelled, hanging round there for hours in stinking heat, and getting home to Melbourne – via Brisbane – 12 hours after I was supposed to…) In March I took on a temporary second job with one of our member foundations on my day off and so March and April went by in a blink. I also had a run-in with someone who was being less than honest with charities and attempting to extract large sums of money from them, which took up a lot of time. May has been mostly spent travelling around doing workshops – both some regular ones for my job, and contracted ones for the NSW government – and I also got very sick, necessitating a whole week off work.

I enjoy giving workshops. I love the buzz in the room and I love hearing from people about what they’re doing and the projects that they want to get up. I always come away from a workshop with a performance high and some good feedback to bask in. I usually end up feeling quite restless after them because there’s all that energy coursing through my system.

But workshops are absolutely exhausting. That initial high leaves within a few hours and I’m left feeling tired and empty, and usually with several hours’ travel to get to my next destination (or to get home). People who travel a lot for work will know how draining it is. Even when you’re sitting in an airport, you can’t really relax; you need to be alert for announcements and changes, and just making sure that you’re on the ball. Even in your hotel room, you’re making sure you know where you have to go the next day, that you know how to get there, that your handouts are in order, that you know where you’re going to get dinner and what time the breakfast room opens, etc. And you’re lonely. Even if you have friends in that city, you’re usually too weary and voice-sore to be much company.

In the spirit of understanding that travel for work is Not Fun, here are my strategies for coping with work travel. These are mainly appropriate for someone in a similar situation to myself – travelling for work but on a budget, and maintaining a relative level of professionalism whilst still remaining sane.

Clothes need to be as trouble-free and comfortable as possible whilst still looking professional, which is quite difficult. I prefer not to wear suits for travel, because they are too easy to wrinkle; I also do a lot of my workshops in regional towns and a suit makes you stand out too much. I favour Traveller’s Pants from Taking Shape, which are flattering, comfortable, easy to pack and pretty wrinkle-resistant; if they wrinkle you just shake them out. For the top, I have some inexpensive cotton/lycra fitted shirts in darkish colours which don’t wrinkle or stain easily, and team that with a decent cardigan, or with a short trenchcoat if it’s winter. If I am travelling to a hot area (which I often do), I wear a sleeveless tank under a thin cardigan.

Comfortable underwear and decent socks that aren’t tight are essential. Pantyhose are complete crap to travel in. Those quick-dry undies and socks are brilliant – even if you’re only going for two nights, take only the quick-dry ones in case you get delayed or something. If you’re in Perth or Darwin in summer and your flight ends up being cancelled, it’s so nice to have clean stuff to change into. You can wash them in the sink, roll them up in a towel and stamp on them, and then they’ll dry in a few hours.

Dark pants and shoes are best. I always have a black base (shoes, pants and cardigan/coat) and then stick to one other colour for all my travel stuff (usually purple for winter, and green for summer) so I know all my stuff will coordinate – earrings, necklace, scarf, etc.

Have a toiletries bag ready packed and waiting to just be bunged in the suitcase with small amounts of stuff you use all the time. Mine contains deodorant, travel toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, contact lens lotion, spare contact lens case, comb, sunscreen, moisturiser, “feminine hygeine” products 🙂 I don’t bother taking my own shampoo; I travel so much that I just swipe the wee ones from hotels and use them, provided they smell OK. I don’t swipe the hotel soaps, because they almost invariably smell really strongly perfumed – unless you’re staying in a really nice hotel 🙂

Body lotion is especially important, because when you travel you’re usually on your feet all the time and your skin gets really dry; nails tend to break from hauling stuff around all day, so take a nail file.

In your carry-on luggage you’ll need to have any medication you need. As well as my regular medication I include the following:

  • ibuprofen (or preferred headache remedy)
  • travel sickness tablets (invaluable to stop the plane-banking nausea and headache I get)
  • immodium (you’ll hardly ever use it but a day will come when you are awfully glad you packed it; take it in carry-on because it’s really agonising to need it during the “fasten seatbelts for landing” times!)
  • assorted other remedies (I have an aromatherapy roll-on remedy for headaches and one called “Buzz” which wakes me up; also Bach Rescue Remedy and a pure saline nasal spray)

Create an itinerary for yourself containing all the information you need for the trip – flight numbers and times, hotel addresses and numbers in case you need to call them, where your appointments are and when and instructions on how to get there. Have printouts of all the e-tickets and bookings. Copy the whole lot and have a spare copy in the suitcase just in case.

And have something comfy to change into – even if it’s only a pair of old tracky-daks and a comfy T-shirt. If you’re going to be hanging round a hotel room gutsing room service and watching TV, especially after a hard day, you want to be as comfortable as possible.

As far as getting work done on the road goes, nothing beats my Eee PC. It’s as small and light as a laptop gets, only cost me $500, and its inbuilt wireless means I can check email in most airports and plenty of hotels; the only accessory I’ve  purchased for it is a tiny USB mouse and a memory card which lives in the PC and contains all my files. Also remember to bring chargers/power cords.

Drink lots of water. Plane flights and airports really dry you out. Avoid alcohol and disgusting airline coffee.

And my last travel tip: have a “weary but cheery” attitude. It makes talkative fellow travellers leave you alone to rest your voice, but it’s pleasant for friendly taxi drivers and that nice bloke at check-in who just might slip you on an earlier flight.

Optional extras for the paranoid: quite possibly I have seen too many episodes of Air Crash Investigation or am influenced by having a partner whose job involves aircraft accident investigation, but when I fly I always do a few things aimed at my accident survivability. I wear closed-toe shoes, preferably sneakers, so that burning jet fuel in the event of a crash doesn’t burn my exposed feet and stop me getting out; and I carry a bottle of water and a bandanna so that I can douse the bandanna with water and wrap it round my nose and mouth, thereby avoiding some of the poisonous fumes from burning plane materials. Remember, people, most plane accidents are survivable 🙂