Controlled chaos

With last weeks whirlwind of work and play well behind us, and next weeks mountain of assignments looking us in the face, I decided to take a moment to reflect on where I was and where I'm headed.
In the last week alone I feel my life has moved via light speed to securely place me on a path to a new future.
I am now comfortably positioned on residence, having moved last Tuesday, and am now enjoying the quiet that comes with study break and living with a bunch of first years who think study break means "vacation".
My executive bio, and intro are completed and handed in, as is my United Way report, all having scored fairly well, with the exception of my bio to which I'm unsure of my marks at this time.
Media mash-up has come and gone, and has been deemed a rousing success. I'm satisfied in the shots I got that night, and over all I had as much fun as anyone else that night, regardless of being exhausted and stuck behind a camera.
The T.O. trip has become the new highlight of my year, and I have definite intentions of returning.
George, what a peach he is. I admit, I'd never seen an episode of The Hour before the Toronto trip, but now I see the light.
Steam Whistle although taking my breath away, literally, was good but definitely not the best part of the day.
This brings me to this week, see what happens when you forget to write in your blog...lol
I have slept more than anything, taking time yesterday to recognize the importance of one of my BFF's 20th birthday's.
I've also been poked and prodded at the health centre and sent for x-rays, all resulting in one paranoid episode, and swelling of a "unknown" nature.
It was at this point in my reflections last night that I came to the conclusion that not only do I live in a perpetual state of controlled chaos, but I apparently thrive on it.
The only thing I can surmise from all of this is that at the very least, I will never have to worry about living a dull life.
Thank the Lord for small blessings.lol ;)

til next time,

b. sweet

Take nothing for granted

As part of my public relations course at Loyalist College I'm required to prepare a short case study on the World Wildlife Fund.
Having watched a few of my fellow classmates present their case studies, I've noticed that when people think there will be a prize or reward at the end for listening, they pay closer attention.
With this in mind I contacted the donations assistant at the WWF in regards to obtaining a swag package of some sort.
I also decided to use my new contact to gain an interview with the organizations PR rep for a separate assignment.
In return I got the following response... "Unfortunately, due to resources and time, we do not have anyone available to assist in interviews and questioning for research projects. We are looking at having a staff person available in the future, but at this time nobody is available to do so."
Hmm...
What started out as an attempt to shake down the organization for free swag just turned into a chance to get my foot inside the door.
This got me to thinking. it's important to make a great...not a good... first impression when dealing with organizations for donations or sponsorships, or anything else really...they might just be your future employer.

b.sweet til next time.

p.s. I got the swag and will have a stuff panda to give away to the person who has the correct answer to the big question at the end of my teams presentation.

p.p.s I just received the package with the swag and info for my presentation, and I have to admit, I was a little disappointed. I did get a stuffed panda, but not the one I linked to...instead I received a sort of smallish beanie baby style panda.
Although I'm immensely grateful, I didn't do quite the happy dance I had expected.

You should never judge social media by it's url

I've never made a secret of how I feel about social media.

Do I have a facebook account, yes. Do I have a myspace account, yes. But I swore I would never create, operate, or maintain a Twitter account. I had drawn a clear, and absolute line in the sand and it was going to take a force of nature to make me cross it. Turns out it only took a class assignment.

Seriously what is Twitter? Is it not simply your facebook status on crack?...to borrow a phrase I've heard thrown around. The very thought of tweeting leaves me feeling like a royal twit.

I accept that social media is the new way of life...that it's here to stay, but come on...isn't this sorta overkill?

The truly sad thing about all of this isn't so much that I have sold out and am maintaining a Twitter account in exchange for grades...sigh...it's that I seem to be enjoying it..:(

I've come to enjoy the quirky chirp my PC makes when my newly downloaded tweet deck informs me that I have a new tweet to read.

I may have gone kicking and screaming, but ...I proudly embrace the twit I've become. So much so in fact, I have offered to help friends and associates learn how to create their very own twitteriffic accounts.

It all just goes to show, you should never judge social media by it's url.

Til my next post,

b.sweet til next time.