Intern No More
The first of June marked the official end of my status as intern and propelled me into the role of contract employee. I am a student no more, but a practitioner, a PR and corporate communications practitioner, to be precise.
The need arises, therefore, to make a few changes to the blog. Draw your attention to the subhead at the top of the page. It’s a little different. And if you care to browse through my “about” page, you’ll see an amendment to the content and purpose of this blog. Little things that may amuse you, or not, as the case may be.
Moving on . . . I want to expand the scope of my blog and venture forth into the realm of observation. There is more to me than mere PR. I want to share with you things that I encounter throughout the course of my day. Like the well-dressed guy in the fancy, schmancy car behind me the other day – on my way to work, stuck in traffic, and dude is picking his nose — full on, up to the knuckle, head back, mirror action, picking his nose.
So naturally, I continue to observe his actions, egged on by the kneading question, “What is he going to do with the booger? Will he eat it? Roll it? Flick it?”
It was hard to say what exactly he did with it. After he extracted his finger, he slid forward in his seat. So, I’m guessing he wiped it down the side of the seats. [Note to self: check sides of car seats when shopping for secondhand motor]. Yes, folks. That’s what he did. Then he went back for more. In fact, he was so into it and so engrossed by his mirror reflection that it took him a good 30 seconds before he caught up to me, when the traffic started moving again.
I ask you? Do you really think you’re invisible? Imagine: he gets to where he’s going. He’s just in time for his scheduled meeting. He walks in, shakes hands with everybody. Disgusting.
What if I happened to be in that meeting? What if I were the client he was pitching to? He’d get high marks for dedication and tenacity, but he’d lose out in the creativity and ingenuity department.
Let’s face it! PR is not all about key messages and media stunts. Sometimes PR is just good manners. And sometimes it’s’not!
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Congratulations on your bloom. In a busy world, it is nice to see that the little things like nose picking are not overlooked.
I enjoyed your piece on Wales. It brought back more than a few happy thoughts. At 14,i was wildly in love with the fair headed English beauty, and couldnt understand why she had any time for me.!!
Little did i realise that I was only an early linguistic study !!
Your prose is so rich and considered that I am checking my spelling and punctuation, to ensure that I do not present as a total heel.
Good luck again in your PR endeavours, and I look forward to reading further salient observations.
(put any spelling/grammar mistakes down to the difference between Canadian and Irish language..
Regards
Conor
conor - June 11, 2008 at 4:59 pm
Hello again, my Northern lad! So glad you enjoyed the Wales post. That was a glorious time when love was as easy as picking daisies. (You thought I was going to say “noses,” didn’t you!) Now, it’s more like pulling dandelions! Ah, sweet bliss!
Thank you for your well wishes. I’ll keep you posted. All you have to do is drop by once in a while.
Until then . . .
Natalie Secretan - June 12, 2008 at 1:21 am
Oh Natalie, how you make me laugh. I too see random things in my day, especially seeing that I work at Young and Bloor. For instance, there is a homeless (well, remains to be seen) man who stands at the corner of Young and Church. He is there everyday no matter what the weather, but only at 5:00 p.m. He always has a breifcase at his side and wears decent clothes (jeans and t-shift, sometimes leather jacket). He never looks at you, makes eye contact or speaks, but just stands there holding out an empty Tim Hortons cup. At first I thought he was conducting a social experiment, but after all these months he must really just want money.
I often wonder if he has a job or what he does the rest of the day. Then, on Saturday, I happend to be walking to the Eaton’s Centre and I saw him on the corner of Shuter and Young. I would have reconized him anywhere and was startled to see him. I wonder if he reconized me. I still have so many questions, but I have confirmed that he must indeed panhandle for a living.
ramsayramsay - July 8, 2008 at 8:25 pm