I feel like there are some common questions that everyone gets asked at some point in their lives. This is definitely one of them:
What do you want to be when you grow up?
In various stages of childhood, the answer changed. The first answer I remember giving though is artist. I feel like most children at some point in time decide this. I enjoyed drawing, painting and coloring (I was probably about 4 at this time too) and my masterpieces ended up on the refrigerator. I look back and laugh now, especially since I work with some really talented graphic designers, who prove that it takes more than liking the feel of a brush in your hand to make something beautiful.
My desire to be an artist gave way to wanting to be a cashier or a secretary (also at a very young age). Knowing these professions as an adult I can pinpoint why I wanted to be a cashier or secretary… I almost exclusively saw nice, pretty women doing these jobs and decided that I needed to be a nice, pretty woman when I grew up. Children don’t have contact with the wide array of career options early in life. They know what and who they see. I was talking with a friend who is a teacher and she was discussing how to apply the subject she teaches to her students lives and future careers. She made the comment that her students only really know of a few careers: doctor, teacher, lawyer, nurse… the ones that get Halloween costumes.
I got to know a few more professions the older I got and my answer to “what do you want to be when you grow up?” changed to writer, then photo journalist, then editor, then journalist, eventually to news anchor and eventually I settled into public relations when I was in high school.
Each of those options had some roots in things that I enjoyed doing… like writing, speaking and taking pictures. Strengths that ultimately help me do what I do [and love] today.
It’s interesting that I never wanted to be an engineer like my dad, or be a teacher, lawyer or doctor. For a fleeting moment I considered politics…
What did you want to be when you grew up?
The significance of today snuck up on me last yesterday afternoon.
Today, July 6th, is the one year anniversary of starting my “big girl job.” It’s a little crazy to think that at this point last year, I showed up to this agency with a combination of nervousness and excitement. I was amazed that I had my own office, with a window and a real door and I loved it.
On my very first day I was assigned several projects and I was amazed by the responsibility that I was given. In my internships, I wrote a total of about 5 news releases. By the time I finished my first week here (at part time) I’d already written more than that.
I later learned how lucky I was Read the rest of this entry
My days start and end with a whole bunch of stress that we like to call orange barrel season. Work traffic isn’t usually bad for me, but ever since we moved in, they’ve been replacing the street. Until a few weeks ago they were at the other end of the road not regularly interrupting my life. Now a five lane road is cramped into two lanes and half an intersection is missing. Our drive way at our apartment complex doesn’t have an in or out anymore and the construction equipment not stored in the big ditch that used to be a road is stored in our parking areas and pulled out about the same time I leave for work. Avoiding construction through changing my route to work would require the creation of a new driveway or teleportation.
Yesterday I shared pictures that can’t event capture the mayhem that is road construction. The conditions that cause idiot switches to be flipped and people to drive on the wrong side of the road or barrels. Two days ago I turned onto my street and came nose-to-nose with a lady in a minivan who was obviously not aware that the road was still a two way street. I am stressed when I get to work in the morning and stressed when I arrive home in the evening.
Add on wisdom tooth pain and a husband who has been home sick for two days and you have my morning. Read the rest of this entry
One year of wedded bliss is
creeping up on speeding toward us and I’ve settled into my new identity, my signature comes more naturally (and finally fits on narrow receipts) and I got business cards with the K-name on them.
But I still have my maiden name in parentheses on my Facebook and LinkedIn. I just sent a LinkedIn connection request to an old classmate and even though he probably would know it’s me, I still threw in the brackets, just in case. I, by no means, have a unique situation in which I switched from a long, complicated last name to yet another long, complicated last name but I’m sick of typing and writing it.
How long should I give people to get comfortable with it? Is a year really long enough to acclimate to a new identity when I had the old one for more than 20 years? Read the rest of this entry
I remember what I was doing around this time last year and it’s amazing that it seemed like yesterday!
About a year ago I was:
– Sending thank you notes to the lovely women who showered me (and Brad) with some of the things that make our home lovely.
The agency that I work for is primarily business-to-business accounts and our niche is working with clients in markets including construction, industrial and MRO. We like to know our clients’ work and be relate-able so we have industrialized job titles.
If you’re in a communication or business field, you would understand my job title as “public relations specialist” but if you’re a client I work with, I’m a “public relations engineer” (yes that’s what my business card says).
Awhile before the Costa Concordia accident/incident occurred, I had commented to my in-laws that I would turn down a job offer to work for Carnival Cruise Line’s PR department. They’re a cruise family (as are we) and we’ve at various points in time talked about the “what ifs” of one of the family working for a cruise line.
One thing that’s important to me as a public relations professional is that the clients I work with make plans, conduct training and generally take action to avoid problems, instead of crossing their fingers and hoping that some PR pros and customer service staff will clean up their messes. In my opinion, as a consumer, PR girl and cruiser, there is something wrong with Carnival Cruise lines. Read the rest of this entry
Ok not everything is new, but a heck of a lot of things are new for me. I’m finally back this week from my holiday break. My office reopened Tuesday and I neglected you all because I hit the ground running in the new year. Ok, I hit the second floor moving, but that doesn’t sound as good.
When I arrived Tuesday, my
ancient old work desktop was gone and was replaced by a snazzy, lime green laptop. Yes, you read that right, my work computer is lime green! I had no say in the selection of my computer, so that made my day. Then I moved down the hall… way down the hall. To a new office. I’m no longer the first office on the left, which means I will not be mistaken for the secretary as frequently or have to sign my very long last name on a little screen for the UPS and FedEx deliveries.
When I started working at the car dealership, I was handed a dress code and was required to sign my agreement to follow it. No jeans, no shirts with words, no cleavage, no belly showing, no facial piercings or visible tattoos, no tank tops, etc. This dress code was easy to follow because it flat out said: look professional.
My husband and I now both work in agencies and never received guidelines like a dress code. As young adults, we have plenty of fashion options available to us, so we take visual cues from those around us. There are people in our offices who wear jeans daily. In fact when I interned at another agency, I wore jeans most days because everyone else did.