Janette Davie Travels To The Ranks Of Stanford Who’s Who

SYDNEY, NSW, AUSTRALIA,   June 28, 2012 /Stanford Who’s Who/ -- Janette Davie has earned recognition in the exclusive ranks of premier professionals with Stanford Who’s Who as a result of her remarkable work in the travel and tourism industry. Throughout her brilliant professional career, Janette has routinely exhibited the passion, vision and dedication necessary to be successful in the business world.

Janette serves as General Manager Sales and Key Relationships of the Pinpoint Travel Group,  a subsidiary of Pinpoint Pty. Ltd. that sells domestic and international travel products through retail travel agencies as a wholesaler. They also distribute these travel packages direct to consumers through online websites. In her position as a General Manager, Janette excels at developing teams and keeping them motivated.

Over the course of her impressive career, Janette served in various roles in sales, marketing and management with airlines and travel companies for over 43 years, working for Qantas Airways, Qantas Holidays, Creative Holidays, and Escape Holidays along the way. In addition, she is a member of the Australian Institute of Company Directors and Executive Women Australia.

Keywords: Stanford Who’s Who, Janette Davie, Pinpoint Travel Group, travel, tourism, wholesale travel packages, Australian Institute of Company Directors, Executive Women Australia, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia

 

Glaucoma

There's a minute circular drain around your eyeball.  It takes away all the rubbish from the day, with the help of some clear fluid that comes from your blood stream.  One of mine is not draining well enough, and that increases the pressure in your eyeball... and that is the start of glaucoma!     However this is not about the choice of great treatments available, or thinking about my mother who was blind for the last few years of her life with glaucoma.     This is about trying to imagine how many thousands of small drain holes in my whole body are not working well enough!!  And the daunting thought of how to find and fix them as quickly as they do with eyes!

July... how did we get to July so quickly.    It surely has something to do with working just three days and having four days off... four glorious days to do things I've not always been able to do. I was in Tamworth and Gunnedah a few weeks back, Wollongong and Lake Illawarra a week or two back, and Bribie Island, Brisbane and Dalby last weekend!   Lots of kms to see family, friends, and customers.   I drove 600 kms last weekend alone.    Nothing like a drive through beautiful countryside where memories of earlier days just come flooding back .. marching in the Carnival of Flowers Parade in Toowoomba, the Dalby Picnic Races, and the Wheatwood Picnic Races.  And the best part is always coming back to good friends at home.   Birthday lunches at Boathouse are fast becoming the tradition... Great food, crisp champagne, and an armload of flowers to take home... and of course the charming Andrew!!

Women are so amazing.  Men are too, but they're different!
Collect a room full of women, and an hour or two later, I feel I could fly.  And nothing would be impossible!   And that's how it was this week.  Eighteen wonderful women, one gorgeous day, and nothing more important to celebrate than just how fortunate we are to find each other.
Lee's lilies, Marcia's protea, Molly's gardenias - chocolates, and macaroons, and so much more.
The room was filled with stories.  Not just the entertaining ones that flowed freely across the tables, but the unspoken ones behind each woman - the ones that shape their lives every day.  The challenges, the unspoken journeys they each take so determinedly, are the real stories.    
Laughter filled the air. The tales were wonderful.  Funny funny stories about all the women in need of counselling to cope with husbands who have retired and are at home most days!  And the inevitable realisation that most of our glorious days are behind us, and that we need to try hard to ensure that we stay present, but always have at least a few glorious ones ahead to look forward to....

Quiz: Why are older people seemingly intolerant and often grumpy
(a) They are now quite prepared to give you a response, where before they might have thought it prudent to say nothing?
OR
(b) They've finally got the confidence to tell you exactly what their opinion is, as against what they knew you always wanted to hear?
OR
(c) They see that the people around them have lost their manners, so they too can interject, talk over other people, speak with their mouths full, and behave in unseemingly impolite ways, which they never did before?
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(d) They have to cope with people pushing and shoving, drivers taking their parking spaces, younger people taking the bus seats, and people knocking them in the shins with shopping trolleys? Sounds like reason enough to be a bit out of sorts perhaps?

Select one of the above, or perhaps all of them...
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(d) It's frustration, boredom, and lack of some sense of achievement, or a feeling that nobody really cares? . They know that life is rushing by and they are not making the most of every day. Complaining has become their way of dealing with it. They do know that these wonderful days and years will soon be just a blur, and that they have to change in order to enjoy the last of it... OR DO THEY?

Everyone has a story. At coffee this morning, I heard a great one recounted by the great niece of Andrew Barton Patterson, aka Banjo. He went to the Boer War as a correspondent having requested two horses from John Fairfax with whom he was good friends. When he visited the horses in their stalls at Circular Quay before the ship's departure, he noted with concern, that they were sliding around on the wooden floor. He returned to the Australia Club, the beautiful original one, and removed the large carpet from the entrance hall, put it in a hansom cab and took it to the Quay, where he promptly cut it in half, giving each horse a steady surface for their long journey. He left a letter for the club claiming responsibility for the removal of the carpet. He requested that, should he not return, the cost of the carpet be taken from his estate. The Australia Club have that letter today. He also went to the First World War, as a remount officer, working with the horses who needed to be trained to work under continual gunfire. Like a lot of amazing men, his name does not appear in the war records, because he survived. Funny isn't it? You only get your name in lights if you died. Those who worked for the whole time, and returned are not remembered anywhere in particular .... and yet theirs was an enormous sacrifice. They came back, put it behind them as best they could, and took over where the world had left off. They relieved some of the women, and rebuilt the countries again.... I hope that in the Anzac services around Australia on Wednesday, many of the very elderly gentlemen who sit in the front rows will be accorded the gratitude that we all feel, together with those who have departed this life in the last decade. Let's not just focus on those who gave the ultimate sacrifice at the time of war, but also on those who gave their very all so that we might have the life we lead today. Dad Mum and Lizzie , I will march for you on Wednesday with great pride.

Mentoring: This week I attended the Graduation ceremony for TIME - the industry mentoring group, doing a great job. It was a chance to think carefully about who had been my greatest influence. My career spanned a time when "mentoring" was not formalised, and if you got any, it was by good fortune. It took me only a little time to understand that the way I behave today is firstly because of my parents. My father had high expectations of all of us, and when he was working, we were expected to. Work was to be shared. If he was mowing the lawn, then we were all expected downstairs to rake up the grass. That stays with me today. One in, all in. Doesn't always happen, but when it does it is great. And my mother - she never stopped working from early morning to late into the night. She cooked and sewed and cleaned and washed and made things better every day of the life we spent together. She was tireless and selfless. How lucky was I to get such great lessons from them. And the other huge influrence was Qantas. They taught me to smile at every person I passed, greet them courteously, and remove my sunglasses when I spoke (I cannot speak to anyone with sunglasses on even today). They taught me to take an interest in how everyone's day was. That was what crew were expected to do. It was boot camp, and what simple lessons they were. They were re-inforced every day for fourteen great years on the Qantas Jet Base... and that sticks with me today. That was learned behaviour!! We were all young. We were not all outgoing, and confident, but we were trained to present a strong and confident front... and "front" is what it is, and hasn't that worked well! Thank you charlie Q

Starting affirmations early!

great words of wisdom from a little bike rider - with no trainer wheels