Update from the desk with 3,000 shiny new business cards: New pond. Bigger fish. But, I'm still swimming.
Which is all to say, today was my first day at Ologie:
First up, if you are used to a whoever-wins-the-fight-wins-the-strategy, kinda guys-guy environ, it is incredibly, surprisingly difficult to chill out and fit into a collaborative culture. I feel like I'm punching people when I use my nice voice.
Second, I'm in a cube. (You know, a really cool agency version of a cube that's like a tented pod, but, still). Which I knew was going to happen. And, yet, still find myself completely thrown by. I feel like every sniffle, sigh and paper shuffle must sound like the aggravating blare of a bullhorn to my neighbors. And, I have no idea how people have a phone conversation / think / create in such wilds ... but, I'm sure I will learn and my monster ego will be so much the better for it.
Finally, and most importantly. I so definitely missed an opportunity at the All Staff meeting. I was asked to share an embarrassing moment or something no one knows about me. I quickly avoided the embarrassing moment route. Not because I have any particularly mortifying secrets, but, really because I don't have any good mortifying anecdotes. They all seem to require so much back story that by the time I get to the punch line, the response in the room is something like, so, wait, you played the flute?
Anyway, I went to something no one knows.
My actual answer: I spent the first few days of my first big agency job in Chicago wearing a hair net and working with a spatula, and I've been haunted by the smell of pumpkin pie and spray glue ever since*. (true)
My total missed opportunity answer: The Rev Jimmy Bakker's cell mate taught me how to skydive (also true)
Back to the usual Advergirl tomorrow. Now, out to debrief over drinks!
*Rest of the story: The agency represented American Heart and American Lung of Illinois right around the time of the first big multi-state tobacco settlement. Their goal was to convince lawmakers to reserve half the settlement amount ("half the pie") for cessation programs. So, PR idea was to create hundreds of pie tins that included half a seasonally-appropriate pumpkin pie, a press release and a graphic of the desired budget division. And, being handy in the kitchen (it does take some precision to slice a pie in two and flawlessly move half of it to a new tin with no crust cracking), I somehow got drafted into assembly...
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