Valentine’s Day: Twitter Style
February 15th, 2008 Rachel
CUTE.
Creepy? Maybe. True? You betcha.
February 14th, 2008 RachelWhile at CES, I was given a well timed and well received (we’re talking jumping up and down here, people) gift from our CEO, Andrew, in the form of Meatball Sundae. If you know me, you know I’m a big Seth Godin fan. I’ve acquired all the books (including a pre-release copy of The Big Moo that I nonchalantly swiped from the desk of a certain Big Cheese…) and listened to several seminars, podcasts, etc. It’s not so much that the content is even that profound - it’s that he states facts and points of reference for marketing common sense so clearly and with such brevity…how refreshing.
Anyway, over at Brand Autopsy, they’ve taken admiration to a new level.
I tried to explain the hilarity and quirkiness of the Seth Godin action figure to Andrew…but the look I got back was more of the “that’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard” variety. Admittedly…his reaction is understandable. But come on now…it does add a certain character to the soundbites, no?
Well, I say…go big or go home.
Forget “kinda creepy” and go all out - for the 2008 holiday season, The Seth Godin Talking Doll…that delivers inspirational guidance to your marketing team as needed..at the squeeze of a belly.
Post-its aren’t always for breakups
February 11th, 2008 Rachel
Little differences, big impact
February 9th, 2008 Rachel
Well, I’m here now. I’ve been back in Canada for forty-eight hours exactly and it’s a large slice of wonderful, let me tell you. Now, that’s not to say there aren’t things I’m missing. I got to know some incredible people while down in California and it would all be much easier if you could just collect people you grow to love and take them with you everywhere. Yes, this is the idealistic dream of a girl who’s traipsed across a number of states and one token Canadian province.
The same sense that Toronto is not that much different while being at the same time a world apart from the typical American lifestyle consumes me. Minor details, such as the signature Canadian driver I’m-cutting-in-front-of-you-hope-you-don’t-mind wave out the back window, french translations on packaging, and the brisk air whipping across my cheek make me feel back at home. A million memories come to mind with every crunch of the snow. I love it here - while we may not be here forever, now is certainly the right time.
My notes might be sporadic while we get settled and I adjust to life as a telecommuter. Which is really code for I’ll probably be too distracted watching the kitties follow the falling snowflakes with their round, wondering eyes. Every little difference is a delight and I’m relishing every bit of it.
The traveling continues
February 4th, 2008 Rachel
I’m back in Los Angeles…at least for the next 72 hours. My ‘to do’ list keeps growing and the hours keep ticking by. One major ‘to do’ would be packing - there’s still a lot left. I’m not sure how many people or how many times I’ve heard “Just let the movers do it! They’ll pack your stuff!”. But alas, that won’t be happening. Not only because I’m a control freak, but also because I’m a stubborn arse who doesn’t like giving people the opportunity to say “I told you so.” Even if I’m puttering to the plane on Thursday half awake and bleary eyed, I will have everything done. As Harley as my witness.
For my return on Sunday, I was supposed to be going through DFW - the price difference between a direct vs. 1 stop flight was approximately $300. Argh. That’s fine, I can deal with layovers that don’t involve carting around angry kitties.
As I got to the front counter at YYZ, I let the agent know that the kiosk wasn’t letting me check in because it thinks I still have my pet, when I don’t - she stayed. He looked at me like I was deranged and said…
American Airlines Agent (AAA): “What did you do with your pet?”
Me: “Oh,” I replied, trying to figure out how I could sum up the last 3 weeks into as few words as possible. “She’s with my husband - we’re moving back here. I have to go deal with movers.”
AAA: “Ah…”
Good. Mission accomplished.
Type, type, type, type, type….<pause>…type, type, type.
AAA: “Do you want to go on a direct flight?”
Me: “Um….yeah! Of course! If one is available.”
Type, type, type…<pause>…type, type….<pause>…type, type, type.
AAA: “Hang on. I lie. You don’t lie.”
Me: “Wha…?”
Taps agent to his left on the shoulder.
AAA: “Could you approve this? She needs to get to LA directly - it’s an emergency, she’s running late.”
Yes. My American Airlines Ticket Agent went all stealth opps on me and got me on the direct flight. AMAZING.
I love traveling.
