Laughing My Dentures Out

Week four: The week in which you start to question whether you actually have any idea what you're doing. It's hard to believe that it's already week four. The past few weeks have been a blur of meetings, new clients, new projects, and learning so many new things. I am starting to become more comfortable in my role as an account manager but I would be lying if I told you there weren't days in which I have absolutely no idea what I am doing. I'm not sure if there is ever a point in anyone’s career path in which they feel like they know everything. Luckily I have a reasonable amount of logic and common sense and can usually figure things out. And when that fails I can rely on the comforting words of one of my teammates - "Just go for it! You can't screw it up too badly!” I suppose that's kind of reassuring. 

 One of my most challenging projects has been setting up a Twitter page and creating a following for a memory care living retirement facility. For those of you that don't know these facilities are retirement homes for people dealing with Alzheimer’s disease. You get 140 characters to send a message and considering text abbreviations such as "BTW (Bring the Wheelchair), FIWI "Forgot Where I Was", and LMDO (Laughing My Dentures Out)" probably aren't the most appropriate uses of text I have to be a little more creative. I have to say though I do appreciate the humor of the older Twitter population. I came across one lady whose profile read: "Please follow me. I enjoy followers because all my other friends are dead." I really hope I have her twisted sense of humor when I am in my 80's. I’m also hoping that she was being dramatic and that in reality not ALL of her friends are dead.

In other news I’ve discovered that it costs $2.75 every time I want to wash and dry my clothes. Ain’t NOBODY got time for that! My aunt tried to sign me up for basket weaving at the farmer’s market. You know, just in case this advertising career doesn’t work out. Oh, and I almost died in a horrible storm this week. I’ve never been as terrified in my life as I curled up in a bathtub almost in tears. We were always taught that the bathroom was the safest place to go in case of a tornado. But let’s be honest...if a tornado hits your house and you don’t have a basement to hide in it’s game over. Kind of like the false security you get when someone tells you “You can’t screw it up too badly” so “just go for it!” Funny how these things tend to come full circle.

The good news is that I am alive and well and ready to finish off week four of my first real job. Wish me luck!