We're redesigning the Talk website to better showcase who we are as a creative communications company. And Shawn and I were tasked with photographing the office to show it in all its glory. Here are some of the shots we're most proud of...
I (along with two other Talkers) made the Star News' "Tweets of the Week" list for last week. My entry came from Friday night when I was about to head for home. And my TV. Gotta love DVR.
So you may have noticed the new Twitter feed on the right hand side. (yep, right over there -> under my new profile picture) Yes, I have gone over "to the darkside" as Lindsay put it. I am twittering. Everyday. Multiple time a day.
What this means for you is that when I'm not updating the blog regularly (like I should be, but because I'm a slacker at heart I simply don't some days or months), you can always check my Twitter feed and see what I'm up to. I have to Twitter for work, so I thought why not include it on here so everyone can take the internet stalking to a whole new level. Enjoy.
While looking at a Cougar paper sample book:
Susan: "Did you feel the chameleon? You totally have to feel the chameleon!"
Shawn: "I think I've been asked that before."
Yesterday was my 2nd anniversary at Talk. Today is my review. I have a few things on my mind and I hope Deb doesn't fire me for saying them. But at some point, you've got to decide if your in it for the long haul, and if you are, you need to get over worrying that your boss won't like you if you speak your mind. Hopefully today is my day.
I've been blogging more at work and instead of double posting, I'm just going to link to Talk's blog so that you can read my witty posts direct from the source. The Hellboy and Harry Potter blogs are mine. Couldn't have guessed, could you? (I'm such a dork.)
So today, my boss took the day-to-day contact with one of my favorite clients away from me. It's because, I was told, I am not firm enough with him. He likes to be put in his place and told when something he wants can't be done. But I am the type of person who will do whatever it takes to make my clients happy no matter how frustrating or hard it is for me. That, I thought, was my job.
Turns out I have been disillusioned for the past year and a half. My job is really to be a psychic and know how people like to be handled without being told. My job is to be an extrovert who loves people and is good in social situations, someone who always says and does the right things. My job is to wow everyone all the time. I can do none of those things.
After work, I made it down Eastwood to College before I started to cry. It seems that my top strengths, from the famed Strengths Finder test that my boss loves so much, all came crashing down on me on the drive - Relator, Achievor, Responsibility - resulting in having to face the fact that I failed months ago, but I just wasn't smart enough to see it.
These are the things I've learned from this:
After almost a year and a half of talking to one of my clients almost every day, I finally know what he looks like. We had to be sneaky. But since he refused to be in a picture, and I had made Deb and Shawn promise not to come back without a photo of said client, sneaky is the way it had to go down. And I don't feel bad. Not even a little.
Quote 1
Kirsty (talking about a certain web programmer): "He needs to be ridden really, really hard."
Quote 2
Shawn: "Whose purse is this?"
Susan: "Lindsay's." (pause) "Why? Are you starting a collection?"
If you require context, please email me. Otherwise I hope you enjoyed those as much as I did.
An exchange at work today...
Kirsty: "Shawn, you'd make a great pimp."
Shawn: "I'm not good with money. And I'm not good with hitting."
I've been contemplating retiring from Smuudged Pot for a while now. I finally decided that November would be my last month at the shop. And then the PR Specialist at work pitched a story about me working at Smudged Pot to Wilmington Magazine for their Southern Exposure section — a full-page story and photo about "people you chould know" in the area. And the editor went for it. Now I can't quit. I mean how would it look for a marketing and PR professional to ruin a story before it even gets printed. So much for making plans.
I've hit the one year mark and I an still as excited about working at Talk as I was a year ago. With my one year anniversary came a promotion to Account Executive and a raise. Who knew that it is much easier to do a good job when you enjoy what you're doing?
Today was Allison's last day. I closed my door and cried after she left — there was nothing I could do to stop it. We've shared an office the entire time I've been at Talk and now she's leaving. I'm thrilled for her because I know she needs to do this, but I'm sad for me because I feel like I'm losing a friend.
I know we'll keep in touch, but I won't have her here every day with her desk next to mine. Just a half chair turn away. She won't be there to ignore work for a few minutes with and gossip or to try to figure out what word I need to use by using her as a sounding board.
I'm sure most people would hate sharing an office, but having Allison as an office mate is one of the things I love most about my job. And I'm going to miss her like crazy. In her honor, I promise to refer to her desk always as Allison's desk no matter who takes it over. Kinda like Ashley's office. Some things never change.
Ashleypalooza. That's what we're calling it. There could be no other way to describe the week-long celebration of all things Ashley. We've known for a few months that this day was coming, but we all secretely hoped that she would change her mind. Unfortunately, that doesn't look to be the case.
Her office is cleaned out, her bags are packed. She really is leaving us.
I've only known her six months and I don't feel as if that were enough time. I recently told Debbie that I want to be Ashley when I grow up and I meant it. If I could be even a fraction of the smart, witty, creative girl that Ashley is, I would be very happy with who I am.
I hate that she's leaving because I'll miss her. But I hate more that I don't get to learn from her. Even though she's only two years older than me, I see her a role model. Someone I can aspire to be. And the fact that she has already achieved this level at 28 is inspiring. And amazing.
I'm going ot miss talking Potter with her and sharing the latest juicy romance novel scenes we've both read. I'm going to miss her sitting on the credenza in Allison's and my office. I'm going to miss her laugh and her easy way of teaching. But most of all I'm going to miss all the good times I know we would have had. Have fun in Georgia, Ash. And know that you will be missed every day.
I got promoted today to Jr. Account Executive. And I can't tell you how nice it is to work hard, do a good job and get recognized for it. After three years of being dumped on, I finally have a job I LOVE and that I am actually very good at. Here's hoping that I can keep up the momentum and go the Creative route. Maybe one day I can be the next Ashley Harp!
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