Without any Canadian experience, this MBA-grad is worried about landing his first post-degree role Andrea Yu Published March 10, 2021 Bookmark
Roberto, 33, moved to Canada in early 2020 to complete his MBA. He finished the program in December, 2020, and has been looking for a job as a product manager in tech since then. Roberto’s previous job roles were based out of his home country in Central America, which he believes is hindering his profile as an applicant. “Besides being impacted by COVID-19 in my job hunting, I don’t have Canadian experience, which seems to be a key factor,” Roberto writes.
With an undergraduate degree in industrial engineering, Roberto hopes to ignite his creative side with a role as a product manager. “No day is the same,” he says. “You have to collaborate with professionals from different backgrounds to design solutions, iterate and implement.” He’d like to find a company that encourages a healthy work-life balance and where he’
Michelle Yue (Photo: Ken Sharp)
Despite graduating from London’s Inchbald School of Design, Michelle Yue is not a professional designer. However, she has the ultimate taste and instinct for her own homes’ design. “Over the past 25 years, I have built or renovated more than 10 properties in Hong Kong, Canada and London,” says the vice chairwoman of trustees for Women for Women International. “I have lived in my current, Grade-II-listed South Kensington home since 2008. It was previously offices for a glassware company so it needed gutting.” My friend’s advice on collecting is: “I only buy things I love, not just to fit a space. Objects should have meaning and the most interesting homes have a collection that reveals different facets of the owner’s life.”
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A gentle rain coated the tombstones at Rosedale Cemetery in Orange this week when I drove through its gates, just like it did nine months earlier on my first trip here.
That late April day, at the peak of the coronavirus pandemic, I attended the funeral of a man I had never met while his loved ones stood outside a fence about a hundred yards away.