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|| SportsShooter.com: News Item: Posted 2006-11-16
Planes, Rain and Automobiles
By Tim Mantoani
Photo by Luis Garcia
Tim Mantoani photographs Bengals quarterback Carson Palmer.
To many of my friends and family, going out of town for a photo shoot with an NFL quarterback is like a rock star going on tour. They conjure up visions of me, a crew of stylists and art directors jet setting off into the sunset, staying at 5 star hotels and hanging out with athletes and their agents. For you sport shooters out there, you know if couldn't be further from the truth. Here is a recent travel story that was too crazy not to share with my fellow Sports Shooters. I knew you would appreciate it most.
I picked up a shoot for DJO, the company that makes the knee brace that Cincinnati Bengals quarterback Carson Palmer has been wearing. They inked a deal with him and needed to get some portraits and action shots for an upcoming ad campaign. After several weeks of juggling schedules, they picked a date for the shoot that would take place on a Tuesday in Cincinnati. We were to arrive at the stadium at 11:00 AM for a 12:00 shoot and would have two hours with Carson. "Two hours", I thought to myself, we will be lucky if we get one and I planned my shot list and "game plan" on 30 minutes.
My assistant, Luis Garcia, and myself left San Diego early on Monday mourning. With six cases of lighting, a grip in tow and two bags of cameras as carry on, our check in at the airport was seamless. We were headed to Chicago (I know several of you right now are saying "Chicago, never go through Chicago!") and had a 4:00 PM connection to Cincy. We would get in about 6:00 PM, meet the client at the hotel, go out for a nice dinner and get a full night of sleep.
As we approached O'Hare, the weather took a turn for the worse and we did donuts at 15,000 feet for about an hour. I wasn't too worried since it was early and we had couple of hours to catch the next flight. Finally the lightning backed down and we dropped in. We had about 50 minutes to make the next flight and as fate would have it needed to trek about a mile to another terminal. I broke a good sweat was we picked up the pace to ensure our seats wouldn't be given away and we arrived to an empty desk at our gate. I quickly checked the monitors and our flight had been cancelled. Next, we piled into line at customer service to see how we would be rebooked. Luis stood in the line of angry patrons and I jumped on my cell figuring I could get answers a bit quicker.
It appeared that were in luck and another flight would leave out of our original terminal at 6:30. So we headed back, dropped into Starbucks for an extra boost and I let my client know we would be in late and could meet for breakfast.
Photo by Luis Garcia
Tim Mantoani photographs Bengals quarterback Carson Palmer.
So, 6:30 PM turned into 7:30 PM. Once on the plane, we were notified the pilots were coming from another flight and it would be a bit longer. I didn't care that the A/C wasn't on or that the guy next to me was spilling into my center seat or that he might of missed putting on his Right Guard that morning. I was just happy that I was on my way and would make it to the shoot and hoped my gear would as well.
Finally about 8:30 PM a man with a blue cap appeared through the doorway of the plane and a common sight cut through the air. Just then, as if it was the end of the dry season in the Serengeti, the plane began to move as wind and rain struck with a violence that you don't get in SoCal. The pilot announced his arrival and told us that we would wait out the storm and that we would get off the ground but it might take awhile. As 10:15 rolled by the storm had not lifted and the announcement was made that the flight was cancelled and everyone would be rebooked for the morning.
This time the line at customer service, which consisted of eight self serve computers and one employee, was 10 times longer than the men's room during the 4th quarter at Qualcomm. Again, I went to my cell phone and quickly found out the next flight we could get on was at 1:30 PM the next day with an arrival at 3:30 PM. I started asking around if anyone knew the driving distance from O'Hare to Cincy and got answers from three to seven hours. Not convinced I had any real information, we headed down to baggage claim to see if we could even get our lighting gear. Not to our surprise there was yet another line at baggage. We managed to find out quickly that we couldn't claim our bags in Chicago and that they would "most likely" be on the first flight out in the a.m. arriving at 9:30.
Photo by Luis Garcia
Tim Mantoani photographs Bengals quarterback Carson Palmer.
With the clock hitting 11:30 PM we started to dial rental car companies to see if we could find a one way ride. A little better than A-Rod in the post season, we struck out the first six calls and drove one out of the park, aka Dollar Rent-A-Car at midnight. So with a long night ahead and what would later be discovered as bad directions, Luis and I headed out into the Chicago night with the wipers blazing in the downpour.
I told Luis I would take the first shift and drive as long as I could. He napped from time to time when the sound of the rain wasn't too deafening. I lasted four hours of white knuckling it down the interstate as lighting bolts danced around me. At times the rain was so bad, I could only drive about 35 mph and had a steady trail of 18-wheelers fly past me in the night. It was just past 4 AM and I stopped for gas, we were somewhere outside of Indy and I had no real idea of how much longer we had to go.
Luis took the wheel about 4:30AM and the next thing I knew the sun was coming up as we crossed into Ohio. It was 7:30 AM and the rain was finally starting to break up. With the time change it was 8:30 AM and then almost 9:00 AM as we rolled through morning traffic to the airport in Kentucky to pick up our luggage. I was greeted by a chipper agent who had clearly had gotten his eight hours of shut eye who informed me that only one of my bags was coming in on the first flight and that the rest would arrive at 1:30 PM.
With little time to spare we started calling around to local camera stores to see who might have any strobes to rent or even purchase. A bit of karma came our way and we found some strobes for rent and it was only about 10 minutes away. After picking up the lights, a seamless background, a monopod and some stands, we headed to the stadium and arrived 15 minutes early. After, greeting my client, who couldn't believe our story, we checked in with security and waited for the Bengal's PR director to show us to our shooting space. The set-up went quick and I breathed a sigh of relief after I plugged in power pack and got a flash as I test fired the camera.
As I predicted, Carson was about an hour late and gave us enough time to get in all our shots. It was good to see him again, the last time I had photographed him was when he was a senior at Rancho Santa Margarita High for the first issue of
ESPN The Magazine
. I showed him a few of the old images to break the ice and then we got to work. While Carson was very accommodating, it was clear he had another shoot after ours and the sooner we got it done the better.
Photo by Tim Mantoani
The finished ad for DJO.
It was 2:30 PM by the time we packed up and headed back to return the rental gear and we headed to the airport. Our luggage had just arrived, and we rechecked it back to San Diego. Unfortunately, we were on our way via Chicago. Our flight left on time, but we quickly came to a halt on the runway and were told we were delayed one hour. I was so tired, I really didn't mind, but they put us in the last seats on the plane and they didn't recline. To top it off, in front of us was a screaming two year old that was clearly unhappier than us.
The hour flight had us touch down in time to meet our connection, but then we came to a stop and were told we were waiting for a gate to free up. After 30 minutes we began to move and taxied for what seemed like forever. Next, we were told that there was no one to move the jet way and it would be a few minutes longer. A few minutes turned into a 15 and we got off the plane last since we were seated in the back. Not to our surprise we missed out flight to San Diego by about 15 minutes and knowing about the curfew in San Diego, I knew we were not getting on another flight there that night. Again, I called the airlines and they let me know we were booked on a 1:30 PM flight the next day. Unfortunately, I had a shoot he next morning in the studio at 8:00 AM with a client that had flown in from Detroit and had a stylist and six models booked. The next option was to find a flight to Los Angeles. To make a long story not any longer, our 10:10 PM flight was delayed to 11:10 PM, we got to LA at 1:15 AM, rented a car and I hit the pillow at 3:30 AM in the morning.
When the alarm went off at 6:30 AM, I pried myself from the sheets and psyched myself up for the day. As I drove to the studio in the early morning light to meet Luis at the studio, I laughed a bit to myself thinking, that my friends with 9 to 5 jobs had gotten two full nights of sleep, eaten dinner with their families and were not going to have to wait 30 days to get their paychecks. Yep, this was the life of a sports photographer, and I wouldn't trade it for anything, I love this job.
(Tim Mantoani is a freelance photographer based in San Diego, CA. You can see samples of Tim's work on his website: http://www.mantoani.com or on his SportsShooter.com member page: http://www.sportsshooter.com/mantoani.)
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1 Corinthians 13:13 TNIV
"...now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
"...now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
Faith: I first experienced it through my family. I possessed it in the same way I possessed the house I grew up in. It was "mine" in a sense, but only because it was "ours". I had it because my parents had it. This may strike you as a bad thing, however I would disagree. I think it's a beautiful thing...and a true thing. I believe that a person must experience the faith of others before they can have a vibrant faith of their own. I thank God that I had the opportunity to experience the sincere and vibrant faith of my parents (and their parents before them, etc.) before I could choose faith. Faith was hard wired into me (I realize this is not everyone's experience). I now see it happening in my daughter, Emma. She has a "faith" of sorts, but she has it because we do. She is ecstatic about any opportunity to go to church. She loves reading Bible stories at night. She has never chosen to have faith. At this point, faith is simply the context of her existence. At some point, she will question all of it. As her parents, Dana and I will be there to hold her hand and walk with her as she questions. We will wrestle with our own fear and elation as she honestly comes to different answers than we did. We will do the same as she honestly finds many of the truths we taught her to actually be true. We will do our best when she comes up with questions we never anticipated.
Hope: But here's the thing...I anticipate God's future for her. I envision her as a woman of profound and vibrant faith. I expect that she will have the kind of faith that makes a difference in the world rather than being a mere intellectual exercise. Her mother and I are partnering with God in the mission of helping this vision of the future become a reality. At the same time, we all realize that despite all of this, our daughter will have a choice. And (I speak from experience here), people can make incredibly stupid choices. Even so, because of our faith and because the streams of faith that her mother and I come from, we choose to hope. Full of hope, we anticipate God's future in our daughter's life...and in the world around her. We assume the best future and then pour our lives into partnering with God so that future can break into reality. Every night Dana and I pray that God is raising up a man for Emma to share her life with...someone who will love her...someone who will respect and cherish her...someone who will encourage and empower her to be everything that she was meant to be. We anticipate a future where this is true and live accordingly.
Love: You see, we love our daughter...so much that sometimes we can't wipe the goofy smiles off our faces...and so much that sometimes it hurts. If she makes choices that take her down a different path than those that we anticipate for her, we will continue to love her and we will continue to hope for God's future in her life and the world around her. The stream of faith that we live in tells us that God loves her more than we do and hopes for that future in her life and world more than we do. Our love for our daughter isn't dependent on the choices she makes. We will never stop hoping for her future, no matter what. This may seem rationally counterintuitive. My relationship with my daughter is not based on reason. I don't love her because I decided to. My love for her consumes me. It is the reality that her mother and I live in.
These Three: Faith, Hope and Love. That's how it plays out in our family, but can you see how it would play out for the church? Can you see what it means for the world and for our relationship with"the world"? Can you see the difference this perspective makes for what we call "evangelism"?
The Greatest of These: As Rob Bell and the sticker on the back of my Jeep say, "Love Wins." This is the great reality of our faith and hope. We have confidence in the Way of Jesus. We believe that in a world where power, money, fear and death seem to win...Love actually wins. We believe this because of the cross and the resurrection of the Son of God. In a world that at times seems to be headed for Hell (in a handbasket), we believe that the Kingdom of Heaven is breaking through. We believe that though the church seems to get it so wrong so often, she will rise to the occasion and the expectation of God...embracing the future God envisions for her. We believe that, though some people who we are forming genuine relationships with seem thoroughly uninterested in the Way of Jesus and seem to be taking their lives in a different direction, God is partnering with us in their lives...that he loves them and hopes for their future even more than we do. With our God we will continue to love and hope for them, regardless of the choices they make. We will stubbornly, passionately live these lives of faith, hope and love, because these 3 things are the reality of the Kingdom of God. The greatest of these is Love, for it is exactly because of the love of God and the love of other that we have faith to start with, and it is because of the love of God and our love for others that we have faith in them and hope for their future.

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Dereham Cancer Care to hold coffee morning and bingo fundraising events
PUBLISHED: 11:00 30 May 2018 | UPDATED: 11:06 30 May 2018
A Dereham cancer charity is holding two fundraising events next week in support of their work in the town.
Dereham Cancer Care will hold their monthly coffee morning at the project centre in Baldings Yard, on Friday, June 1, from 10.30am.
The event includes music, a raffle, and the £2 adult entry price covers coffee and cake.
Children can attend for free and parking is available at the Cowper Road car park.
The charity will also host its monthly cash prize bingo event on Thursday, June 7, at Dereham Town football club.
Free entry is from 7.15pm with 'eyes down' at 7.45pm. It costs £6 to play all ten games, and there will also be a raffle.
The football club has free parking and disabled access.
Dereham Cancer Care is also benefitting from the Our Breckland Lottery, with 50p from each £1 ticket sale going directly to the charity.
Players have the chance to win £25,000 in weekly draws. Tickets can be bought at: www.dereham-cancercare.co.uk or in the shop.
If you value what this story gives you, please consider supporting the Dereham Times. Click the link in the orange box above for details.


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According to a report from The Sun, a masseuse claims she slept with Zayn Malik, the One Direction alum, shortly after his breakup with the supermodel, Gigi Hadid. Additionally, Enrica claims she and Zayn exchanged sexual text messages after meeting at his home in New York City.
Zayn and Gigi broke up back in March of this year, but it appears as though the former One Directioner didn't go without company for a very long time. The Sun claims that the masseuse says she jumped into bed with Zayn, 25, following his breakup with Hadid.
The masseuse, Enrica Petrongari, said Zayn would ask her for selfies of her butt, and wanted a threesome, in addition to a "secret sex session." Enrica claims Zayn was a handsome young star who could get with any girl he wanted, so she was surprised when he chose her, a 41-year-old woman "with curves."
According to Petrongari, he really likes bigger women; the curves are what drew him to her. Moreover, she laid out the design of Zayn's home, pointing out that his house was "very modern," and included eight multi-colored Playstation controllers along with his artwork.
According to Petrongari, Zayn called her back one evening after he was very "tired" and "stressed out." He held her hand during a massage as well.
Eventually, they exchanged information and began sending each other sexual text messages. Supposedly, the superstar would beg her to come over, and asked for an "a*s like yours," referring to her as his "Italian goddess."
After a while, however, he became disinterested and rude. Several publications reached out to Zayn's team for comment, but haven't received a response.
While her story is believable, not a lot of people online think she's telling the truth. One person wrote, "I have a hard time believing that Zayn, who was dating Gigi Hadid, is interested in a woman her size. Hadid is fit and rail thin. It's a stretch, for sure."


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In an effort to bring a more personal approach to the interview process, CTG HealthCare Solutions is hosting two Open House events in September for prospective Healthcare IT candidates. If you're not yet familiar with this esteemed company, CTG HealthCare Solutions (CTGHS) is a leading information technology consulting firm dedicated solely to helping healthcare institutions, physician practices, and related organizations achieve their goals for quality, growth, and differentiation through effective technology solutions. Collaborating with their clients, CTGHS provides healthcare IT-related services—strategic, tactical, clinical, financial, and operational—tailored to their needs at every phase of the business life cycle. Their experts lead the implementation of clinical, financial, and administrative information systems. They deliver application support services which include application management for leading vendor products, rounding out their 360° solution approach. Their solutions include strategic services, system implementations, integration, infrastructure, security, and application and IT management.
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This is an excellent opportunity to join a fantastic organization – if you're looking for a new opportunity and can believe you are qualified for one of the positions posted above, do not miss this important event! Recruiters and business leaders will be available to meet you.
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A story of the American Heritage Festival, as told through a recruit of General Washington's Continental Line.
From the battlefield journals of Christopher Francis
Photos by Michael Cynecki (Click any one for a larger view)
A spontaneous cheer arose from the throngs of children as the commandants of His Excellency took the wide, grassy battlefield. Flanked by wind-lifted flags, the troops fell into line with the dignity befitting soldiers: the Continental Line in their red, white and blue uniforms; the allies from Spain in their blue and gold; and a few militia. An ornately dressed French officer accompanied them.
"Today," General Washington proclaimed to the warriors and spectators, "we have the chance to strike a decisive blow for freedom."
The redcoats soon marched into place, supported by a few turncoats -- militia urged at the last minute to switch allegiances and even the sides. His Excellency and the Frenchman walked to the center of the theatre of combat in the noonday sun to discuss a possible aversion of hostilities, although everyone understood the hopelessness of such formality.
I stood with the Americans at this parley, a man of four and thirty who had traveled more than a hundred miles, temporarily abandoning my other life as a journalist to serve the noble causes of liberty and education.
Those in my township saw me off at dawn, emerging from my second-story apartment clad in white breeches, puffy shirt and knee-high stockings. Two women at the foot of the stairs halted their coffee-and-cigarette hyphenated conversation as they observed me on the landing, placing a three-cornered hat on my head and smiling at their befuddled gazes.
"I'll explain in a moment," I said before descending to them, taking care not to slip in my pewter-buckled shoes.
"Don't you look cute, Chris!" said the tenant of the residence below.
"I'm going to Phoenix to educate some children in history," their Colonial acquaintance offered with pride before strolling off to his modern carriage.
Now I stood silent as the conversation between the commanders deteriorated by the word. The British commander would have none of the rabble standing before him, especially not the Frenchman.
"This froggy," the redcoat sneered, brushing off the alliance between the General and the Gauls.
Very well then. It would come to blows. I returned with the commanders to the line of patriots and promised myself I would not die this day, even if a bayonet should charge me.
The British carried muskets. I carried a flag.
= = =
Two years ago, I stood behind the safety line, watching the combat unfold before me as a curious spectator. I did the same the next year, and upon the conclusion of those battles, I determined I could not -- and would not -- merely watch again.
The path to the battlefield wound through several social adventures, divergent in time and place. I perceived myself more gentleman than soldier, but I gathered many of my ancestors found themselves in the same situation, taking up arms when confronted by tyranny even though they had never dreamed of shedding another man's blood. That was provided, of course, they had arms to take up.
In July, four months before battle, I placed an order for a musket and expected it would meet my hands in time for at least a few practice shots. Weeks elapsed, and the French firearm under Indian craftsmanship failed to arrive. The delay frustrated the middleman as much as the buyer. No explanation surfaced for the holdup other than copious holidays in the faraway land.
The possibility of arriving on the battlefield unarmed disturbed me, but surrender was out of the question. I possessed the Continental uniform, tailored to exact dimensions by expert tailors. They required numerous precise measurements, which required me to perform numerous feats of dexterity with a tape measure. But lo, the result: a colorful vesture I could not wait to wear, topped with a black-and-white tricorn hat decorated with a huge cockade.
As for the musket, I found a solution in a Brown Bess I could borrow from a fellow patriot who would arrive later. Yet with hostilities sure to arise long before then, I informed General Washington I held myself open to other ideas: "I'll chase those wretched redcoats with a pitchfork if I have to!"
= = =
The opening shots from the British immediately felled the three Spanish allies. Those redcoats made better shots than I realized, even over the sizable distance between the lines.
"They always shoot the flag-bearers," a colleague had informed me.
My safety and the standard I held now depended on the half-dozen men under General Washington's command.
"Fire at will!" he ordered, and the controlled sequence of volleys loosened.
Musket fire crackled from both sides. Jets of smoke zinged from muzzles -- sans balls, of course -- punctuated by the frightening flashes of flame all along the line… except for the weapon of the French officer next to me. Powder from cartridge after cartridge flowed into the pan and down the barrel with no incendiary result, just a click. Other Continentals soon found themselves plagued by misfires. The British fired and advanced with no sign of weapons trouble.
"Let's give them a volley," General Washington commanded.
The troops opened up on their foes with dismal results. Now we had no choice but to charge. Rushing the redcoats, they surrendered before a bayonet pierced a single ounce of flesh. Hands went up, weapons went down, and the battle ceased. Somehow the patriots won this round, against all odds and all weapons, much to the joy of the children on the sidelines.
Like waking up from a deep sleep, our fallen comrades arose, brushed themselves off, and fell into line again as the young spectators cheered an American victory. Huzzahs for the patriots. A cheer for the redcoats. Honors for the Catalonian allies, the militia and mountain men, and the French officer.
Now another volley hit us: the questions from the children. I soon noticed they preferred one more than others.
"Did you die?"
"I am still standing, no?" the Frenchman replied.
"Not today," I said. "Some musket balls came close. Tomorrow, I might not be so lucky."
I made note of a small scab on my right hand. I knew not where it came from, but I could surmise a period guess to convey a sense of danger. "That was from a bayonet."
Children swarmed around me as my fellow Continentals fell out to leap forward along the timeline for the next skirmish.
"Is that flag heavy?"
"Not really."
"Are those stockings comfortable?"
"Yes, more than any trousers I've ever worn."
"Are you a redcoat?"
"No. Don't let the red facings on my coat fool you."
"Can I wear your hat?"
"Yes, for a moment."
"Can we take your picture?"
I would pose several times for the wee folk, letting them gather round while smiling and striking a proud pose with the sun in my eyes. I would also sign several autographs. I beamed with happiness to be their hero for this moment, having taught them something about their heritage.
One child had something more in mind.
"I challenge you to a dance-off!"
In the brief showdown between capers of 1776 and 1976, no distinct winner emerged, but my spirited jig left the youngster in stitches.
= = =
I have never seen so many children fascinated at a hole in the ground, I thought as multitudes of children crowded around a work in progress: an 18th Century camp kitchen. The trench still needed three holes in the side and three more in the top -- pits for fire and chimneys for it to rise.
A Connecticut militiaman and his son took turns digging, breaking a sweat early in the morning, but they summoned me for help and a momentary respite from tossing aside shovelfuls of dirt. I jumped into the pit without hesitation and went to war with the soil. Heaving lumps of earth reminded me of back-weary campaigns against driveway snow during many a Missouri winter.
Waves of children crashed into the camp as the Connecticut duo explained the mechanics and use of this six-foot long by two-foot deep hole.
"Is it a grave?" one child asked.
New groups of children arrived and the spiel began again until the militiaman extended an invitation to me.
"You can explain what we're doing."
Me? Now?
Uncertainty of all the facts gnawed at me, but I started repeating the ones I picked up moments ago.
"This is an 18th Century camp kitchen," I began. The words labored from my mouth as I checked every one of them for accuracy.
"They're digging three holes in the side here. That's where the fire is going to be built. They'll dig more holes on the top, and the flame will come through there, and you will put your kettle on top to cook. The reason it's built like this is to protect the fire from the wind and rain."
After a few rounds with different groups of children, I hit a stride. The youngsters could not tell how green this recruit was in his red, white, and blue.
"The life of a Revolutionary War soldier wasn't all marching and drilling."
The militiaman and his son continued their labors as water poured down their foreheads, stopping only to inspect their work and answer a few questions. They reached for their bayonets.
"General Washington doesn't like us to use these for digging," the father explained. "But they make excellent vent picks."
One hour of digging and picking, and the kitchen stood ready for service. But a flint failed to start a suitable fire.
"We're going to cheat a little," said the militiaman, turning to an oil lamp.
A fellow Continental observed the process with a teacher friend who had brought her class.
"Hey, I learned something new today," he said. "You know what the difference between a pot and a kettle is?"
"A kettle has straight sides. A pot has a curved side, like a pot belly."
I had never thought of that, either -- another new fact to pick up and pass on. On this day, the children would learn as much as I.
= = =
"Christophe!" the French commander called to me at sunset, advising I should seek a certain gentleman for some brief instruction in the proper firing of a musket.
The lesson took place behind the Confederate encampment. We used a rifle different than the flintlock I would fire the next day, but nearly the same procedure applied.
Set the lock here. Reach for a cartridge. Tear it open with your teeth. Not too deep, or you'll eat gunpowder. Put a little in the pan. Close the frizzen. Put the rest in the barrel. Set the hammer all the way back.
"Fire in the hole!" I shouted before pulling the trigger, mimicking the warning I had heard my instructor give in the camp.
Click. Thoom! A flash of fire and smoke burst forth from the muzzle.
"Eureka!" I cried, eyes wide and mouth open in joyous satisfaction. "That's the first time I've ever fired a musket."
"Rifle," my instructor happily corrected.
= = =
A mist of smoke from cannons and campfires loomed over the twilight battlefield. The commanders had decided on a skirmish at dusk, and the Union forces had invited me into the fray, adding some red and white to their blue even though I was still unarmed.
With the public now gone, the rules and timelines would both bend this evening. Japanese fighters from World War II fell into line with the Confederates. An Allied gunner and his automatic weapon joined with Grant's forces, and he quickly fell to his stomach, making a long crawl to penetrate enemy lines.
A patriotic boy slipped me a toy musket as I set off behind a mountain man to flank the rebel troops. Both of us knew a lack of cover would doom the operation to failure.
"What do we do?" the mountain man grinned as the men in gray approached.
We decided to keep walking until the 1st Virginia unleashed their opening volley.
"Let's die," the leader of the hopeless plot declared, and both of us tumbled to the ground.
The rebels yelled and cannon fire exploded, shaking the ground with every blast. I stared straight into space as stars emerged from the blanket of darkness.
"You really look dead," an observer pointed out as he passed by the two fallen fighters with a camera in hand.
Yet we had enough life to crack inside jokes as the battle played out, chuckling at the creative anachronism and wondering about mixing and matching soldiers from other eras. Sizable patches of smoke hung over the battlefield when we resurrected ourselves, the fog of war.
"We gotta do this again."
= = =
The British formed in front of us, always second on the battlefield. We stood as we did before: the Continentals on one side, Catalonians on the other, our French ally in the ranks, and a cannon primed to fire.
The redcoats sent a contingent to the center of the field to discuss terms, but they mainly wanted our surrender.
"Give them our answer from Pennsylvania!" shouted General Washington.
The cannon was lit. Nothing.
Crestfallen, we would have to talk with the lobsterbacks after all.
As the officers ran through the formalities, all I could think about was the loaned Brown Bess on my shoulder and the steps for firing it. Rolled cartridges of black powder waited inside a hip pack. My gaze hung on the redcoats in front of me.
A year of exploration and curiosity had culminated in this moment, stoked by travels to Williamsburg, Yorktown, and Jamestown, a dance every so often, and a determination to conduct life in a manner befitting the better bred. Now the next step laid in front of me, and I reminded myself, even in this predetermined battle, this could be the day that I die.
"Load and prime!"
I pulled back the hammer halfway and opened the musket frizzen. My right hand dug for a powder cartridge. I tore off the paper end with my teeth, making sure I spit the wad out with the gusto of a whole-hearted soldier. My hands trembled, though, as I filled the pan with a touch of powder, snapped down the frizzen and poured the rest of the charge down the barrel.
"Come to the ready!"
I aimed for the nearest redcoat. Any of them would do, whether I could see the whites of their eyes or not.
My finger pulled the trigger, and to my intense relief and satisfaction, the pan flashed and white smoke exploded from the muzzle.
"Load and prime!"
The process sped up as I repeated it. The redcoats refused to surrender, and I couldn't waste time as I squeezed off more shots, falling behind my brothers in arms but still firing. The others on the line shouted the praises of our French and Spanish allies. In the rush to keep up with the rest of the line, I bit off too much of a charge and ended up spitting powder out of my mouth along with the wrapper. I did not think I would have enough left for the gun. A click from the trigger confirmed it.
"Load and prime!"
I went through the motions again, adding more powder to the barrel and the pan… wait. What am I doing? I have put too much in there! I promised my family, my friends, and my colleagues in my other life and time I would return with all ten of my fingers.
A huge cloud of smoke poured out, but my limbs remained unscathed.
"A double dose for you!" I shouted to the redcoats.
The cannon started working, finally, as we traded shots with the British. But it did not hold them off. They kept advancing, and I could not tell who was living or dying, but I knew this battle -- adapted from an actual skirmish -- was not ours to win.
The General ordered us to retreat, our numbers thinned. I survived to fight again, and His Excellency promised the crowd we would receive drilling from Baron von Steuben before the next battle. The barrel of the borrowed Brown Bess still smoked from firing all but one of my shots, so I declared a personal victory.
We returned to do battle again after a quick lunch, this time with some cunning and misdirection thrown into the plan. Our militia men would fire and fall back, serving as the bait to draw the British forward into a trap, at which time the Continentals and allies would unleash their black-powdered wrath upon them.
It worked beautifully. The second battle found me getting the commands down, and my timing at firing shots with the rest of the line improved. We set off at least two or three good volleys, but I heard talk of running with bayonets.
We didn't have time to fix any bayonets. I never heard the order to. I chased after the redcoats with a glorious grunt.
General Washington delivered an insider's command: "Somebody needs to take a hit."
A loyalist militiaman knelt with his rifle not fifty feet in front of me. A puff of smoke bloomed from his piece… and down I went.
Death came quick and merciful -- no time to fester on the field of battle and reflect on the price of liberty, facing towards Heaven and consoling myself that the cause of the righteous would not die with me as the life drained from my body.
The crowds of spectators applauded and cheered as I arose, swept the grass from my breeches, and fell back into line with my fellow Continentals. Three cheers for the Spaniards. Three cheers for the French. Three cheers for our worthy adversaries -- small cheers.
Questions followed, and I answered many of them about the musket. The spiel had firmed itself in my mind by now, and although my first official day on the battlefield continued, I spoke with the confidence of a seasoned soldier. A group lingered around me after my fellow linesmen departed for the next battle on the timeline.
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"What are your plans for dinner?"
"I don't know," I said.
I had no cooking supplies, no foodstuffs, no mess kit except for a tin cup purchased only that morning. I had no tent, relying on the hospitality of a nearby inn. The realization sunk in that I needed a lot more than just a musket of my own, something I had not wanted to admit around seasoned re-enactors who had been doing this for years.
"We're having lamb," the Connecticut militiaman offered. Lamb with asparagus, bread, peach cobbler and lemonade, served in period-correct style. His family was putting the camp kitchen I helped build to use, and he invited me to share in the feast.
That was only the beginning. Before we sat down to dinner, he had donated the beginnings of what I needed: a tin plate, a wooden bowl, a spoon, and a lead mug which came with a warning: "Don't drink out of it too often. You'll go stupid."
Our Catalonian friends soon joined us with Spanish stew, and we all enjoyed a twilight meal next to the well-performing fire trench helmed by its talented chefs. The lamb bathed my mouth in flavor, a welcome surprise having never tasted that delicacy before. I enjoyed every bite while sharing warm conversation and sipping the double-lemony lemonade. The cobbler took longer to cook than we expected, but the wait proved worthy. For a Continental private, I ate like an officer, the generosity of the militiaman's family catching me by surprise and humbling me beyond words save for the ones of gratitude I spoke with an 18th-century bow and deep appreciation. Thanksgiving dinner had come early. And after this feast, I still had room for pie offered by the gracious Catalonians.
Across the camp, candelabras glistened from a long table and bursts of laughter pierced the night air as the Officers' Social came to life. Campfires dotted the encampment, bathing the tents in an orange glow as the long day of battles and demonstrations wound down and the soldiers swapped stories of life. Music from a guitar floated through my ears. Capes covered arms as the wind chilled underneath the starry sky. I put some thoughts to paper by the light of an oil lamp, but curiosity would not allow me to sit still the entire night.
As I soaked in some tales of the Wild West from a nearby tent, I noticed the officers approaching, merry from an evening of fine food and drink. General Washington and President Lincoln were in excellent company with General Grant and a host of military leaders from the eighteenth, nineteenth and twentieth centuries, a collusion of friends in history united in a common mission to enlighten the future.
"Are you a wandering minstrel?" General Washington asked as he caught a glimpse of me.
"A wandering writer," I smiled.
The gathering halted by the eighteenth-century encampments, where an officer presented His Excellency with a gift: a medallion of General Washington taking command of this troops.
"You have opened the gates and they can't be closed again," an officer praised, noting how the work of We Make History marked a fresh and uplifting new start in the future of recreating the past in Arizona.
I heard His Excellency repeat a maxim of service I have often heard: "If we will live a life giving what we have to give, we will not only enrich our own lives but enrich the lives of others."
Others soon gathered around, and an early Christmas celebration manifested itself with caroling and the peace of good will towards all under the stars.
"You look exhausted," General Washington observed of me in the dim of night.
Exhausted, yes, exhausted physically and emotionally. In the course of a single day, I had re-enacted two battles, firing a musket for the first time in my life via the generosity of another. I saw children and adults fascinated and brimming with questions. Several re-enactors offered generous invitations to join up with their units. I broke bread with newfound friends. I heard numerous and fascinating historical accounts, more than I would ever recall. And this day had followed a day of enlightening excited youngsters and taking my first opportunity to teach as a living historian.
"Come with us," the General offered. "You are family now."
Oh, how I knew it. How blessed was I. How blessed was this hobby I had chosen and its practitioners, a blessing reaffirmed the next day when The Rev. George Whitefield -- an outstanding clergyman with an unmistakable gift for oratory -- drew us together for morning prayers and hymns in a nearby field. During the course of his sermon, he spoke of the meaning of names and how many were chosen in reverence to God.
I recalled the meaning of mine in Greek: Christopher -- the bearer of Christ.
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
= = =
The fourth and final Revolutionary War skirmish repeated the scenario of using the militia to draw the British into a trap. Again it worked. The final score for the weekend: Patriots 3, Redcoats 1 -- not exactly fair to both sides, but more than fair when the crowds were expecting American victories.
Afterwards, my turn came to leap forward a century on the timeline. The friend who lent me the Brown Bess lent me a Union army uniform, cartridge case, belt, haversack, bayonet, and rifle, and I fell in with Grant's forces.
I quickly found my manual of arms a comedy of errors. During the commands "left shoulder arms" and "protect arms" and "support arms," either my hands or my rifle were not quite in the correct position, so I would manipulate the rifle to the correct position, then manipulate my hands, then eye the soldier next to me and make adjustments.
The recruit on my left helped immensely as we marched onto the field of battle.
"It helps to think of every command as three positions," he told me and showed me how it worked. It may have helped him, but I don't think it helped me. I needed to drill more than anything else, looking sloppy as I readjusted my hands with every command.
"I'll never get the hang of this," I mumbled during one march.
"It gets easier," my comrade replied.
I had never fired a Civil War-era rifle before, but I picked up the procedure on the field. In some ways, I found it easier than the Bess, pouring the whole cartridge of powder down the barrel without sparing some for the pan. A percussion cap set it off, something not too dissimilar from the ones I used to shoot off as a kid. But as I would soon find, those caps were a pain… in more ways than one.
During the first volley unleashed with the Yanks, my ears rang and a chill ran through my body. I knew I was in trouble when I saw my comrades sticking plugs into the sides of their heads. The other problem: those metal caps refused to stay on. The helpful recruit recommended squeezing each one together a little. I tried it, and one time I squeezed the cap into a unusable crushed lump. Sometimes I would reach for a cap and dig out two stuck together, or they would fall out of my hands and into the thick grass. I lost two caps in a row that way. Meanwhile, my fellow recruits came to the ready and fired effortlessly.
I was out of step, out of sequence with the rest of the unit and it annoyed me terribly. I thought of what it would mean in actual battle. I would not survive 10 minutes in the ranks of Lee or Grant. But then again, perhaps my historic persona was drafted, no professional soldier by any means, no ace with a rifle nor any overwhelming desire to handle a firearm. I am sure I had more than a few historical brethren in that respect -- good people, poor soldiers, the rifles like butter in their fingers.
Never have I served in any military unit in any capacity. My dexterity with a rifle would incur the wrath of any drill sergeant laced with a sizable earful of spittle. Here, I was lucky to get off with friendly words of advice from fellow re-enactors who have learned their lessons on the battlefield.
"You're holding your rifle there," one Union commander informed me as he saw the stock of the rifle slipping into my armpit. "If there would have been a real ball in there, you would've felt that kick like a mule."
I had felt it before, long ago in the Boy Scouts, when I fired a black powder rifle and the recoil stabbed me in the shoulders.
"It backfired!" I cried.
The adult leaders laughed about it around the campfire after supper, not minding I was in earshot.
We lost one battle to the rebels, the 1st Virginia even taking one of our cannons and mounting it in victory as we marched into retreat. We would take them out in the next skirmish, one where my borrowed brimmed hat would blow off my head on the battlefield while I ran after a rebel.
I hardly knew what I was doing, and yet my commanders and comrades were glad I was along to fill out the dwindling ranks of re-enactors. The crowds did not mind either as they applauded the blue and the gray.
The afternoon dissolved into evening, and I switched back into my eighteenth-century attire for a remaining hour at camp, the spectators leaving and the participants packing up. I made my rounds of goodbyes and thank-yous and see-you-soons and slipped back into my modern-day self-driven carriage.
Three days of living in the past, now concluded. Or maybe not.
I thought my newsroom colleagues would get a kick out of seeing me in the full uniform of the Continental Line, so I made a stop there on the way home, even though I was tired, achy and coughing from residual effects of dust and gunsmoke.
And I wanted them to see it -- wanted them to understand my love for living in the past and what it did for others.
To my surprise, the general manager, the general in my other life and time, had dropped by for a Sunday visit. From across the workplace, he grinned as he saw a figure approaching in red, white and blue, topped with a tricorn hat.
"Mr. Arnold!" I greeted, still in my 18th Century mannerisms as I presented myself to him, a humbled soldier fresh from the battlefield, eager to tell a tale of fighting for liberty.
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Domestic Employee Visa
Personal or domestic servants who are accompanying or following an employer to the United States may be eligible for B-1 visas. This category of domestic employees includes, but is not limited to, cooks, butlers, chauffeurs, housemaids, valets, footmen, nannies, au pairs, mothers' helpers, gardeners, and paid companions.
Those accompanying or following to join an employer who is a foreign diplomat or government official may be eligible for an A-3 or G-5 visa, depending upon their employer's visa status.
If you are a domestic employee and wish to apply for a B-1 visa, you must demonstrate that:
- The purpose of your trip is to enter the United States for work as a domestic employee
- You plan to remain in the U.S. for a specific, limited period of time
- Your employer meets certain qualifications
- You have evidence of compelling social and economic ties abroad
- You have a residence outside the United States as well as other binding ties that will ensure you return abroad at the end of your contract.
Contract Requirements
As a domestic employee applying for a B-1, A-3 or G-5 visa, you must present an employment contract in both English and Bahasa Indonesia, signed by both you and your employer, which includes:
- A description of your duties in the U.S.
- The number of hours you will work each week, generally 35 to 40 hours
- The number of paid holidays, vacation and sick days per year
- The regular day(s) off each week
- The hourly rate of pay, which must be at least the prevailing or minimum wage per hour under Federal law (whichever is greater) where you will be employed for all hours of duty. Current minimum wages throughout the U.S. are found here and currently prevailing wages can be found here. All hours worked in excess of the allowable hours per week/day, including hours on-call, are considered overtime. Employers must adhere to both Federal and state laws in regards to overtime wages and must specify the overtime rate in the contract.
- The contract must state whether reasonable deductions are taken from the wages. When the employer is a foreign diplomat, employers may only deduct 20% of the employee's wages based on U.S. minimum wage for three meals daily. Live-in domestic employees, under prevailing practice, receive free room and board in addition to their salary. Housing may not be deducted from the employee's wages. When the employer is not a foreign diplomat, domestic employees must receive free room and board.
- A certification that you will receive free room and board
- A certification that your employer will ensure that you do not become a public charge while working for your employer
- A certification that you will not accept any other employment while working for your employer
- A certification that your employer will not withhold your passport
- A certification that both parties understand that you cannot be required to remain on the premises after working hours without compensation
- A certification that your employer will pay your initial travel expenses to the U.S. and subsequently to your employer's onward assignment, or to your country of normal residence at termination.
- The employer agrees to abide by all Federal, state and local laws in the United States.
Application Items
To apply for a B-1, A-3 or G-5 visa, you must submit the following:
- A Nonimmigrant Visa Electronic Application (DS-160) Form. Visit the DS-160 webpage for more information about the DS-160.
- A passport valid for travel to the United States with a validity date at least six months beyond your intended period of stay in the United States (unless country-specific agreements provide exemptions). If more than one person is included in your passport, each person desiring a visa must submit an application.
- One (1) 2"x2" (5cmx5cm) photograph. This page has information about the required photo format.
- For B-1 applicants only: A receipt showing payment of your US$160 non-refundable nonimmigrant visa application processing fee, paid in local currency. This page has more information about paying this fee. If a visa is issued, there may be an additional visa issuance reciprocity fee, depending on your nationality. The Department of State's website can help you find out if you must pay a visa issuance reciprocity fee and what the fee amount is. A-3 and G-5 applicants are not required to pay application fees.
- A copy of your employer's visa or other method they will use to enter the United States (their Visa Waiver country passport or U.S. passport)
- An employment contract, signed by both you and your employer, which meets all requirements listed above
- Proof of payment for previous trips to the U.S.
- For A-3 and G-5 applicants only: A Note Verbale confirming the employment status of the principal, the date of departure, the purpose of the trip and the length of stay in the United States. The Note Verbale should list the name of the employee and give the employer's title or official status. It should also specify the date of departure, and the purpose of the trip and length of stay in the United States. Schedule your appointment through email@example.com and present the appointment confirmation. You may also bring whatever supporting documents you believe the information provided to the consular officer.
Supporting Documents
Supporting documents are only one of many factors a consular officer will consider in your interview. Consular officers look at each application individually and consider professional, social, cultural and other factors during adjudication. Consular officers may look at your specific intentions, family situation, and your long-range plans and prospects within your country of residence. Each case is examined individually and is accorded every consideration under the law.
Caution: Do not present false documents. Fraud or misrepresentation can result in permanent visa ineligibility. If confidentiality is a concern, you should bring your documents to the Embassy or Consulate in a sealed envelope. The Embassy/Consulate will not make your information available to anyone and will respect the confidentiality of your information.
Domestic employees should bring proof of the following to the visa interview:
- Proof of the employer's ability to pay the promised wage. Note: If applying for an A-3 or G-5 visa, this only applies if the employer holds a diplomatic rank of counselor or below.
- Evidence establishing that the the domestic employee's stay in the United States will be temporary and he or she has no intention of abandoning his or her country.
- Experience as a personal or domestic employee: six months for employees of U.S. citizens, one year for employees of non-U.S. citizens; or the employer can demonstrate that he or she has regularly employed domestic employees for several years previously.
- Domestic employees may only work for the sponsoring employer while in the U.S., and not for any other person or organization.
- If renewing a visa, domestic employees must provide a recent IRS 1040/W2, pay slip, bank documents or other evidence to confirm that the employer has complied with contract salary requirements.
- A copy of the employer's passport and visa with the domestic employee's visa application.
- The employer has the financial capacity to pay the domestic employee's salary and other costs.
- The employer must accompany ALL first-time B-1 applicants to their interview.
- For all future U.S. visa applications, the employer must show proof of payment directly to the domestic employee's bank account.
Visit the Department of State's website for more information about A-3, B-1, and G-5 visas.
Accompanying a Nonimmigrant Visa Holder
If you are a domestic employee and wish to accompany or join an employer who is not a U.S. citizen or legal permanent resident, and who seeks admission to, or who is already in, the United States under a B, E, F, H, I, J, L, M, O, P, Q, or R nonimmigrant visa then you may be eligible for a B-1 visa classification, provided:
- You have at least one year's experience as a personal or domestic employee as attested to by statements from previous employers
- You have been employed outside the United States by your employer for at least one year prior to the date of your employer's admission to the United States, or
- Your employer-employee relationship existed immediately prior to the time of your employer's application, and your employer can demonstrate that he/she regularly employed (either year-round or seasonally) domestic help over a period of years preceding the time their application
- You will have no other work, and will receive free room and board and round trip airfare from your employer as indicated under the terms of the employment contract
Accompanying an American Citizen
- Personal or domestic employees who are accompanying or following to join U.S. citizen employers temporarily assigned to the United States provided you are satisfied that:
The employee has a residence abroad which he or she has no intention of abandoning;
- The alien has been employed abroad by the employer as a personal or domestic servant for at least six months prior to the date of the employer's admission to the United States OR the employer can show that while abroad the employer has regularly employed a domestic servant in the same capacity as that intended for the applicant;
- The employee can demonstrate at least one year experience as a personal or domestic servant by producing statements from previous employers attesting to such experience; and
- The employee is in possession of an original contract or a copy of the contract, to be presented at the port of entry, which contains the original signatures of both the employer and the employee.
The U.S. citizen employer is subject to frequent international transfers lasting two years or more as a condition of the job as confirmed by the employer's personnel office and is returning to the United States for a stay of no more than six years. The employer will be the only provider of employment to the domestic employee, and will provide the employee free room and board and a round trip airfare as indicated under the terms of the employment contract; and
The required employment contract has been signed and dated by the employer and employee and contains a guarantee from the employer that, in addition to the provisions listed in item (b) above, the employee will receive the minimum or prevailing wages whichever is greater for an eight hour work-day. The employment contract must also reflect any other benefits normally required for U.S. domestic workers in the area of employment. The employer will give at least two weeks' notice of his or her intent to terminate the employment, and the employee need not give more than two weeks' notice of intent to leave the employment.
Accompanying a U.S. Legal Permanent Resident
U.S. Legal Permanent Residents (Green card holders) are not permitted to bring their domestic workers to the United States on a B-1 visa under any circumstances.
Accompanying an A-1, A-2, or G-1 - G-4 Visa Holder (A-3 or G-5 Visas)
If you are the attendant, servant, or personal employee of someone classified A-1 or A-2 or G-1 through G-4 then you are entitled to the appropriate A-3 or G-5 classification. You must demonstrate entitlement to an A-3 or G-5 classification (e.g., letter of reference from a former employer, evidence of previous employment in that sector, etc.). Consular officers must establish the official status of the employer and the intent of both parties to enter into (or remain in) an employer-employee relationship. In addition, domestic helpers of diplomats (A3) and international organization employees (G5), must first be registered with the Department of State's Office of Foreign Mission Management Information System (TOMIS) before applying for a visa. For details of TOMIS registration please contact the U.S. Department of State's Office of Foreign Missions.
A-3 and G-5 visa applicants must be interviewed by a consular officer. Please schedule your interview through firstname.lastname@example.com.
The consular officer must be satisfied that the wage to be received by the A-3 or G-5 applicant is a fair wage comparable to that offered in the area of employment and sufficient to overcome public charge concerns. Applications for such visas must include an employment contract signed by the employer and the employee.


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OS X is an operating system that is often touted as user friendly, and as such, the user base has been growing at a steady pace. There are many apps and programs that make OS X user friendly, however, most users only use a small handful of these. This is a shame, as there are a number of great programs out there that can make OS X even easier to use.
One lesser known Mac OS X program is Automator – an OS X program that was designed to help automate everyday tasks. Automator has many uses, and upon first glance it seems a little complicated. The truth is: it's only as complicated as you make it. Here's a brief overview of Automator and how to make your first automated application.
Automator in brief
Automator is found in your Applications folder, and is the app with the robot holding a grey pipe. When you open Automator, the Choose a template for your workflow window pops up with different options. The three most popular items are:
After selecting a workflow type, you're taken to the main Automator screen. It's comprised of three main parts:
There are also four buttons on the top right of the window. These are used for recording specific steps in the workflow, and if you have chosen to create a simple workflow, these will allow you to execute it.
Create your first automated workflow
Here's how you can use Automator to create an application that pulls text from a PDF document.
To see if the application works, pick a PDF file and drag it onto the application you've just created. You should see a new document with the same name as the PDF, but with .txt in the name. All the text from the PDF should be in this document. This is just one of the many things you can do with Automator. You can make more complex workflows by dragging other actions into the Workflow pane. Want to get your calendar to remind you it's the weekend and play Kenny Loggins' Highway to the Danger Zone every Friday afternoon at 5:00 pm? With Automator, it's possible.
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Armed with an obsessive love of color-coding and all things related to organization, I'm on a mission to help you maximize efficiency in your business and life so you can spend time on what matters most to you.
Equally right and left-brained, I'm that unique business owner who can think like a creative, but act like an administrator. This blog is where you'll see me bring that dual-brained magic to life, taking the left-brain side of life and breaking it down for your right-brained self.
Whether you've been in business for one year or ten, there eventually comes a time when systemizing, automation, and productivity hacks no longer cut it and the only way to legitimately grow your business is to grow your team.
You may start by reaching out to your friends and fellow business owners to see what their first steps were when it came to growing their team and how they found their amazing people.
While your first thought for outsourcing may be hiring an assistant, depending on where you're at in business and the goals you have for growth, there's another support role you may not have considered or heard much talk about: the online business manager (OBM).
It's possible you've heard people talk about having or hiring an OBM or a virtual assistant (VA) and wondered to yourself, "Well, what's the difference?"
Good question and I'm glad you asked!
While both a virtual assistant and online business manager provide support to creative entrepreneurs and there can be some overlap in the tasks they handle, the role of a VA versus an OBM is quite different.
If you've been hunting for a VA for a while or possibly even worked with a couple and can't seem to find what you're looking for, it may be because you're looking for an OBM and you don't even know it.
So what's the difference between the two?
Likely your first thought when you consider outsourcing, the right assistant can be a total game changer for you and your business — just ask any corporate CEO.
If you're primarily looking for someone to outsource specific tasks to so you can get things off your plate or you're working with a smaller budget, then hiring an assistant is likely the right fit for you.
You will have an agreed upon set of tasks — be it inbox management, social media scheduling, or client inquiries — that your VA handles and they will do these as assigned.
This isn't a hard and fast rule, but most VAs will work on tasks as assigned. Meaning, if you haven't assigned them the task in Asana or Trello or your preferred project management tool, it won't get done.
When searching for a VA, it's important to know exactly what you're looking for because there's an incredibly wide range out there.
Some VAs offer general admin support, like handling inboxes and calendars, while others provide specialized support like social media management, graphic design, or video editing. You can also find VAs who will do both — handle the more general admin related tasks while also having the skill set to provide the more specialized support.
All three are out there, which is why it's important to know what you're looking for to help you find the right person!
Since most assistants are task-oriented, unless you run a massive business and have an incredibly large number of tasks for them to handle, most VAs do a smaller amount of work — usually 15 hours a month or less — for a larger number of clients.
Just like with any online business, there is a pretty massive range of what you could pay for a VA, but on the whole, a VA is going to have a lower price point and will often work at a set hourly rate, typically ranging from $10-$35/hour for low-level and mid-range assistants, or as high as $50/hour for more specialized ones.
Some VAs, specifically those who specialize, will sometimes charge per project or task, like per blog post or image, rather than per hour.
Just like the right assistant can be a total game changer, the right business manager can be a total game changer, but in a completely different way.
If you're looking to really up your game in business — grow your team, increase your revenue, expand your reach — and you're looking for a right-hand person to come alongside you and help make that a reality, you're probably looking for an OBM.
While VAs are generally more task-oriented, an OBM is going to be more project and management oriented. Since their primary role is to help you manage their business, they look at things from a more strategic perspective and really get to know your business inside and out.
They will handle some day-to-day tasks, but they will also handle things like project management, team members, streamline systems, and can often provide perspective in vision casting and help you brainstorm and plan out your projects, products, and ideas for growth.
Unlike a VA, who generally needs to be guided on what to do next, an OBM will jump in and make your business their own, taking initiative, working independently, and handling things in your business you didn't even know needed to be handled.
When you work with an OBM you trust, it allows you to truly focus on the things only you can give to your business, knowing they're keeping everything else running smoothly. It also gives you the freedom to do things like go on a sabbatical or maternity leave without having to worry about anything while you're away!
While VAs will generally work 15 hours per month or less for a client, OBMs are usually the opposite and will typically work for a minimum of 20 hours a month or more, which means they're doing more work for a smaller number of clients — sometimes as few as two.
This is because the greatest asset you can give your OBM is time — the time they need to really dive into your business, get to know it, understand how it works, and use their skills to keep it running like a well-oiled machine. But the result is a person who knows your business just as well, sometimes better, than you do and can give you the freedom to do the things you do best.
Due to a combination of the time they'll spend in your business and the elevated level of service they're bringing to the table, an OBM is going to come at a higher price point than a VA will. Though it varies from person to person, most OBMs will work with a monthly retainer or package rate.
If you're beginning the search for an OBM, you can expect to spend a minimum of $1000-$1500 per month.
When it comes to outsourcing, there's no right answer for everyone. Only you can truly know your business, your current situation, and your goals for growth. Knowing those things and bringing on the right team member can make those dreams a reality in ways you never even dreamed.
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