The Life Of The Communications Specialist

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I started my job as Communications Specialist for thesalesfactory back in March and, as some of you have pointed out to me in person, haven't written a whole lot about it. 

This is semi-intentional on my part. A lot of the work we do for clients is proprietary and I can't talk about it (or if I did, I wouldn't have to kill you, but I would do something uncomfortable to you like pinch you really, really hard). The other side of the equation is that the work is keeping me busy and I'm kind pooped when I get home.

But for those who have asked, I thought I'd give a general overview of how I spend my days. In no particular order, here are some projects I've been working on: 

  • Writing sample commercial scripts and taglines for a commercial that will air nationally
  • Writing a video script for a production that will run on a client's website
  • Writing ad copy for a print campaign that runs in Rolling Stone and Bon Apetit magazine
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In Sickness And In Health

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I'm official. I think. I registered with the American Marriage Ministries meaning I sent them my e-mail address, date-of-birth and zip code and they zipped back with this oh-so-cool-and-official-looking certificate verifying that I am now legally entitled to marry people. (And, I'm assuming, to perform exorcisms, but I'll charge extra for that.)

Maybe I can use my new-found ministry powers to heal myself. For the first time in probably seven years, I'm sick. Had a scratchy throat on Wednesday and came down with a full-fledged summer cold on Thursday that has dug its heels in and won't let go. I've skipped three workouts this week and only ran 10 of my 17 scheduled miles yesterday. I walked three miles and appreciate all my runner friends checking in on me as they passed. ("You're walking, are you okay?" "Do you feel alright?" "There's an unusual sight. Are you okay?") 

I've put off seeing a doctor because I keep thinking I'm getting better and then I keep back sliding. I'll give it another two days and then bite the bullet if it's still with me. As it stands, I've been in a NyQuil haze for the past five days and have little memory of where I've been or what I've said. As one friend put it, the original green bottle of death states, "May cause drowsiness" but should really read, "Don't make any f'ing plans." 

I'm off to cough up phlegm, 'cause that's how I roll. 

Cheers,

Dena

"Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.”

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Good news. It appears I will soon add "minister" to my list of credentials. The already impressive dossier contains notable items such as "able to sleep with my eyes open," and "most likely to sacrifice a small child for the opportunity to pen a best seller." Naturally, you see why my friends chose me to head the ceremony for what will be one of the most important and memorable days of their lives. 

Who are these people and what have they been drinking? "Craft beers" is the answer to the second part of that question and "Katie and Nathan" is the answer to the first. Blair and I met with them today over brunch at 1618 Seafood Grille to discuss ceremony details. 

I decided to bring my freelance skills to the table. Often when meeting with new clients, I ask them to throw out a few words that describe the feel they want for their website. It's useful because the super-serious CPA who I would have thought was all buttoned-up is suddenly tossing out words like, "family-friendly," "sincere," and "light hearted." So I wanted to know from Katie and Nathan, what words did they hope people would use to describe their ceremony? 

"Magical," Nathan responded promptly. 

Katie nodded. "Magical is the word he's been using," she said. 

I could feel Blair's "You are so screwed" smirk boring into me. I punched him under the table. 

"So, um, magical," I said. "Great. Absolutely. Any other words come to mind?"

They looked at each other they way only two people insanely in love can and gave a mutual shrug before turning back to me. "No, magical is pretty much it," they said. Then they both stared at me with big trusting Bambi eyes. 

Oh. My. GOD. 

So listen up, peeps. You are all on assignment. Text, e-mail or post on this blog your favorite moment from any wedding you've been to. What made you laugh, cry, smile? What words or moment stood out for you? What do you wish you had done differently in your wedding? 

Send me all the answers then tap your ruby slippers together three times, clap quickly if you believe in fairies and throw a penny down a well, making the wish each time that I give this adorable oh-so-in-love couple the magical wedding of their dreams. 

Cheers,

Dena