Managing the communications or marketing programs of government is a vast and complex undertaking – but having seen the communications business “from all sides now”, so to speak, I know these simple truths to be true:
Tell a story: people are engaged by storytelling. The more familiar the characters and the more compelling the plot, the better your chances for really getting through and affecting real change
Build relationships: people want to feel connected with each other. Challenges are meant to bring out the best in people – but that can only happen when you enable them to turn to each other for support.
Have conversations: as my mentor Yves once said to me (and, I confess, a few others since him), you have to listen first and talk second. As a PR practitioner, I’ve loved these conversations more than any other aspect of the profession. Get to know your publics and you can really deliver what they need, when they need it, in the manner they most desire – and lives can be changed.
Respect the sacred trust: once you have promised to deliver, you must never break that promise. Without integrity, all of our efforts turn into meaningless chatter, and we lose our audience. Game over.
Social media allows us to build virtual communities – where we can tell our stories to people who want to hear them. It reminds me of building a campfire on the beach, pulling out the guitars, and seeing who turns up. Miraculous things can happen. The advent of social media tools within government is finally allowing us to start building connected communities within this vast subculture we occupy 37.5 hours a week. Perhaps, if we really listen to what those folks getting ready to retire, and to those just coming into the public service, have to share with us, we can really learn how to make this machinery work better.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
Christmas reclaimed!
For years now, I've called Christmas the Season of Should. I can't really remember the last time I really enjoyed the holidays, or the chaos that accompanies me to the malls and shops during these last few weeks of every year.
Don't get me wrong, I still delight in seeing just the right thing go to just the right person. But most of the persons in my life have everything they need, and most of the things they want. We've moved into the time in our lives when it's all just more crap to accommodate in an already crowded life.
This year, we said enough. I will not buy any more crap, nor do I want any more in my home. Instead, we did all of our shopping at the old Foster Parents Plan - now called Plan Canada. By spending the same amount of money we once would have dropped at Walmart - in a decidedly miserable mood and grumbling all the way - we have now sponsored a veritable menagerie of farm animals, medical supplies, books and other things which will actually make a difference in someone's life.
More important than the avoided stress is the reclaimed Season of Giving.
I'm still eating turkey, though!
Don't get me wrong, I still delight in seeing just the right thing go to just the right person. But most of the persons in my life have everything they need, and most of the things they want. We've moved into the time in our lives when it's all just more crap to accommodate in an already crowded life.
This year, we said enough. I will not buy any more crap, nor do I want any more in my home. Instead, we did all of our shopping at the old Foster Parents Plan - now called Plan Canada. By spending the same amount of money we once would have dropped at Walmart - in a decidedly miserable mood and grumbling all the way - we have now sponsored a veritable menagerie of farm animals, medical supplies, books and other things which will actually make a difference in someone's life.
More important than the avoided stress is the reclaimed Season of Giving.
I'm still eating turkey, though!
Friday, December 04, 2009
It’s about The Work
Lately, I have been deep in thought along the themes of purpose and calling. I am a classic example of the John Grey model for our emotional progression through life: approaching 50, I have satisfied my baser needs, partnered up, and am moving on to try to address a deeper calling to contribute to my community and be a Force for Good. In PR, this is a double-edged sword: it is a quest with which we can certainly resonate professionally, after years of helping clients answer that call. But when we lack it in our own lives, we are painfully affected to the core of our own self-image: if I don’t have Purpose, what am I?
Like most people, I have always been most effective when I am inspired by Purpose. Whether that purpose was to bring a new audience to ballet, or to create a new town centre, I felt a deep sense of calling and commitment that is difficult to replicate. When I find myself fussing over the 14th rewrite of a briefing note, I confess that sense of purpose escapes me altogether. Being a bureaucrat had the potential to sever me from my passion permanently – were it not for the fact that public service is a vast smorgasbord of opportunities to be a Force for Good, if you just look at it the right way. The trick is reminding yourself of your greater purpose, while you’re fighting the good fight in the idiocracy.
Most recently for me, this balancing act has been focused around the notion of a promotion. I’ve spent the last five years working my way back up to the level of contribution – and access – I had when I was consulting, and at times it’s been enough to literally make me cry with frustration. Without access to the minds of my senior leadership, I’m at the mercy of those in the middle management layer who must interpret my Purpose for me. And it rarely translates well. As for my ability to provide high-quality strategic counsel, I’ve always done best when I can be a participant in management’s conversations in the C-suite.
So what happens when I don’t? There are two options: fight to change the circumstance (ie move or agitate), or focus on the work. This week, I decided to once again cleave unto my Purpose: in this case, to lead an employee engagement strategy which will give life and expression to the Service Canada Brand. It’s one of those projects which is just hard enough to define to make it truly interesting. And at the end, it is about telling a story – and storytelling is where I live and breathe as a practitioner. That is my Purpose. It is my work – and it’s the work that will always keep me going as I soldier on through this bureaucratic adventure.
Like most people, I have always been most effective when I am inspired by Purpose. Whether that purpose was to bring a new audience to ballet, or to create a new town centre, I felt a deep sense of calling and commitment that is difficult to replicate. When I find myself fussing over the 14th rewrite of a briefing note, I confess that sense of purpose escapes me altogether. Being a bureaucrat had the potential to sever me from my passion permanently – were it not for the fact that public service is a vast smorgasbord of opportunities to be a Force for Good, if you just look at it the right way. The trick is reminding yourself of your greater purpose, while you’re fighting the good fight in the idiocracy.
Most recently for me, this balancing act has been focused around the notion of a promotion. I’ve spent the last five years working my way back up to the level of contribution – and access – I had when I was consulting, and at times it’s been enough to literally make me cry with frustration. Without access to the minds of my senior leadership, I’m at the mercy of those in the middle management layer who must interpret my Purpose for me. And it rarely translates well. As for my ability to provide high-quality strategic counsel, I’ve always done best when I can be a participant in management’s conversations in the C-suite.
So what happens when I don’t? There are two options: fight to change the circumstance (ie move or agitate), or focus on the work. This week, I decided to once again cleave unto my Purpose: in this case, to lead an employee engagement strategy which will give life and expression to the Service Canada Brand. It’s one of those projects which is just hard enough to define to make it truly interesting. And at the end, it is about telling a story – and storytelling is where I live and breathe as a practitioner. That is my Purpose. It is my work – and it’s the work that will always keep me going as I soldier on through this bureaucratic adventure.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The Antiocracy
We are few, but we are easy to spot: we usually carry around large caffeinated beverages, can be found in little clusters, brainstorming and scheming, and tend to be the ones management can’t quite figure out what to do with. We are passionate, inspired, creative and innovative, but we rail against the Machine with every turn. We don’t take no for an answer, we know all the “guys” behind the scenes, and we keep managing to pull off miracles no one said could be done.
We are the Antiocracy.
Most of the anticrats I’ve known have had extensive and intense careers in the private sector before joining the ‘Service. (OK, one of them is ex-military - does that count?) They have long since learned valuable lessons about networking, workarounds, and backup plans which many long-service bureaucrats have never had to learn. (Long-timers, by contrast, have always “had people for that”. People with access to vast resources and endless BF dates in the event the projector doesn’t work...)
Not us. For us it is no coincidence that “deadline” contains the word “dead” in it. Dead air, wasted time, it’s all fatal to a business relationship out there in The World.
Transplant someone with that attitude into the ‘Service and you will see two things happen: a slow, twitching adjustment period as they try to wind down their working metabolism, (acclimation usually takes anywhere from six to 18 months) and sadly, possibly the breaking of a few hearts. Nothing torques up an anticrat more than when “we can’t do it that way” gets between them and the execution of a really good idea.
And that’s when we separate the real anticrats from the pretenders. Like my friend "J", who somehow got IT to change their minds and give us what we wanted – at 4:30 on a Friday afternoon. He is my hero – but at the same time, I fear for him. Will the System wear him down? How many more of these battles is he good for before he, like a few good ones before him, says enough?
We are the Antiocracy.
Most of the anticrats I’ve known have had extensive and intense careers in the private sector before joining the ‘Service. (OK, one of them is ex-military - does that count?) They have long since learned valuable lessons about networking, workarounds, and backup plans which many long-service bureaucrats have never had to learn. (Long-timers, by contrast, have always “had people for that”. People with access to vast resources and endless BF dates in the event the projector doesn’t work...
Not us. For us it is no coincidence that “deadline” contains the word “dead” in it. Dead air, wasted time, it’s all fatal to a business relationship out there in The World.
Transplant someone with that attitude into the ‘Service and you will see two things happen: a slow, twitching adjustment period as they try to wind down their working metabolism, (acclimation usually takes anywhere from six to 18 months) and sadly, possibly the breaking of a few hearts. Nothing torques up an anticrat more than when “we can’t do it that way” gets between them and the execution of a really good idea.
And that’s when we separate the real anticrats from the pretenders. Like my friend "J", who somehow got IT to change their minds and give us what we wanted – at 4:30 on a Friday afternoon. He is my hero – but at the same time, I fear for him. Will the System wear him down? How many more of these battles is he good for before he, like a few good ones before him, says enough?
Saturday, October 24, 2009
personal brands
For the last six months or so, I have been immersing myself in the study of brands – that holy grail of marketing. Philosophically, psychologically and sociologically, they fascinate me in and of themselves. Branding and PR spring from the same desire to articulate our values so that our publics can understand who we are. An effective PR campaign and a strong brand accomplish the same goal: a personal relationship between us and our public which is beneficial for both parties.
In my branding work at Service Canada, I am focused on presenting a clearly articulated set of values, so that our employees both understand and embrace our mission. I am recruiting an army of thousands of Service Canada staff, and beginning a conversation with them about what it means to be the face of the Government of Canada. I am working with our College to develop branding training for managers, and incorporating our branding messages into our orientation and training curriculums.
I am having the time of my life.
As a PR practitioner, I’ve always felt my most alive when in evangelical mode. I suppose that’s part of what I love about teaching: it’s the gentle art of instruction and persuasion, culminating in that moment of connection where practitioner and public connect. Message received, understood, and action taken. Ahhhhhhh….
So what does that say about me? As I ask participants in my branding workshop, what is my own personal brand? What promises do I make to the people who choose to engage with me? For those of us who have worked as consultants, this is easier to define. It’s part of our business value proposition. There are certain things my clients can always expect of me, and this is part of my personal brand:
- vision
- integrity
- discretion
- sound judgement
- enthusiasm
and always a smile.
But ask a bureaucrat to identify their personal brand and you may momentarily see a look of puzzlement cross their face. It is so easy to become a cog in a machine, and lose any sense of connection with where the ship is actually going. Personal accountability is shared over such a large and diverse area, it really doesn’t seem to stick to anyone. And that is where the great divide arises between those who come in to the office to do a job and those for whom it is a calling. I truly felt called to Service Canada – with a mandate to change how people see government, I know this is my once-in-a-career chance to help redefine "public service" for the coming generations.
I just have to keep nurturing the patience I need to navigate the process. Oh, dear lord, the process. I am grateful daily for those of my colleagues who stand between me and the more ridiculous aspects of The System. Without them, I might succumb to the process, and lose sight of the vision which brought me here in the first place.
In my branding work at Service Canada, I am focused on presenting a clearly articulated set of values, so that our employees both understand and embrace our mission. I am recruiting an army of thousands of Service Canada staff, and beginning a conversation with them about what it means to be the face of the Government of Canada. I am working with our College to develop branding training for managers, and incorporating our branding messages into our orientation and training curriculums.
I am having the time of my life.
As a PR practitioner, I’ve always felt my most alive when in evangelical mode. I suppose that’s part of what I love about teaching: it’s the gentle art of instruction and persuasion, culminating in that moment of connection where practitioner and public connect. Message received, understood, and action taken. Ahhhhhhh….
So what does that say about me? As I ask participants in my branding workshop, what is my own personal brand? What promises do I make to the people who choose to engage with me? For those of us who have worked as consultants, this is easier to define. It’s part of our business value proposition. There are certain things my clients can always expect of me, and this is part of my personal brand:
- vision
- integrity
- discretion
- sound judgement
- enthusiasm
and always a smile.
But ask a bureaucrat to identify their personal brand and you may momentarily see a look of puzzlement cross their face. It is so easy to become a cog in a machine, and lose any sense of connection with where the ship is actually going. Personal accountability is shared over such a large and diverse area, it really doesn’t seem to stick to anyone. And that is where the great divide arises between those who come in to the office to do a job and those for whom it is a calling. I truly felt called to Service Canada – with a mandate to change how people see government, I know this is my once-in-a-career chance to help redefine "public service" for the coming generations.
I just have to keep nurturing the patience I need to navigate the process. Oh, dear lord, the process. I am grateful daily for those of my colleagues who stand between me and the more ridiculous aspects of The System. Without them, I might succumb to the process, and lose sight of the vision which brought me here in the first place.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
giving thanks
All kidding aside, let me say for the record how grateful I am for being a federal employee. I am grateful for the smorgasbord of opportunities before me over the next 17 or so years before I retire; I am grateful for projects with solid long-term goals; I am grateful for those rare opportunities to innovate and create for the greater good.
Add to that our recording studio business and my husband's music career, and I have a full plate. As we get ready to go underground for another cold winter, I'm looking forward to starting my book and recording some backing vocals on Greg's next record.
May your lives be full and satisfying, and may you enjoy the company of those you love and respect.
Add to that our recording studio business and my husband's music career, and I have a full plate. As we get ready to go underground for another cold winter, I'm looking forward to starting my book and recording some backing vocals on Greg's next record.
May your lives be full and satisfying, and may you enjoy the company of those you love and respect.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Pimp my Pet for charity
thank goodness for the United Way campaign - sorry, the Government of Canada Workplace Charitable Campaign (affectionately known as the GCWCC). It arrives like clockwork every fall, and is a welcome respite from the work.
This year, I dusted off a campaign I developed back at Public Works, which essentially amounts to an online pet photo contest. Best Costume, Most Likely to Bite, Most Like its Owner, Best Photoshop Job... at five bucks an entry, we generated over $2000 back in 2003. Back then, we couldn't figure out how to charge for voting - this year, we've fixed that.
The GCWCC is a great chance to get together with some enthusiastic, charming people and have a little fun for a good cause. Or, as some people choose to see it, a pain-in-the-ass time of year when your colleagues lose their minds for a few weeks and keep trying to sell you stuff. And that, of course, is the challenge. How do you break through years of chocolate bar and used book sales? And how do you give folks the chance to take part in something that will not only give something back to the community, but often get you terrific exposure to new people and opportunities across the department. I have several friends who have even given years to the regional United Way campaign office through their Loaned Rep program.
Me, I just like to find fun ways to get people away from the bureaucracy for a few happy minutes. And we all know how people love their pets. I'll be pitching the idea at our all-staff meeting next week - my friend Stephane and I are MCing the event, and I'm starting to think about costumes...
This year, I dusted off a campaign I developed back at Public Works, which essentially amounts to an online pet photo contest. Best Costume, Most Likely to Bite, Most Like its Owner, Best Photoshop Job... at five bucks an entry, we generated over $2000 back in 2003. Back then, we couldn't figure out how to charge for voting - this year, we've fixed that.
The GCWCC is a great chance to get together with some enthusiastic, charming people and have a little fun for a good cause. Or, as some people choose to see it, a pain-in-the-ass time of year when your colleagues lose their minds for a few weeks and keep trying to sell you stuff. And that, of course, is the challenge. How do you break through years of chocolate bar and used book sales? And how do you give folks the chance to take part in something that will not only give something back to the community, but often get you terrific exposure to new people and opportunities across the department. I have several friends who have even given years to the regional United Way campaign office through their Loaned Rep program.
Me, I just like to find fun ways to get people away from the bureaucracy for a few happy minutes. And we all know how people love their pets. I'll be pitching the idea at our all-staff meeting next week - my friend Stephane and I are MCing the event, and I'm starting to think about costumes...
Sunday, September 27, 2009
post-event syndrome
We've all experienced it - some, over and over again. But it still surprises in its severity: post-event letdown. Not having a list of to dos as long as your arm waiting for you every night when you get home. There's a sense of aimlessness when the event is over, and you return to your regular life.
Once I caught up on my sleep, and on my work, and on the personal life I'd put on hold, I finally took some time to look at the photos from the event. We were lucky enough to have a first-year student volunteer who took his task as official event photog very seriously. Captured in his pictures are some lovely moments. I am very grateful to eager student volunteers... what would we ever do without them?
Once I caught up on my sleep, and on my work, and on the personal life I'd put on hold, I finally took some time to look at the photos from the event. We were lucky enough to have a first-year student volunteer who took his task as official event photog very seriously. Captured in his pictures are some lovely moments. I am very grateful to eager student volunteers... what would we ever do without them?
Saturday, September 19, 2009
celebrating 25 years
The day is finally here – our celebration of 25 years will see Alumni gather tonight for a champagne reception and gala dinner/dance. The event could only have been possible with the help of a small core of dedicated fellow grads, every one of whom demonstrates how connected we are to our College and to our program.
There will be a lot of talking tonight about “family” – and I can attest that, once you join the family of PR students and graduates, you never leave. A scan of the current advisory committee members shows that Alumni come back to the program as working professionals, anxious to make a contribution to the program which gave them their start.
Tonight, I am most looking forward to seeing some old friends – some of whom I haven’t seen in many years. I am very pleased to see how many grads are joining us in these celebrations – it is a testament to their loyalty and affection for our program founders, whom we will take some special time tonight to thank for setting us along this path.
I look forward to telling you all about it in the next post…
There will be a lot of talking tonight about “family” – and I can attest that, once you join the family of PR students and graduates, you never leave. A scan of the current advisory committee members shows that Alumni come back to the program as working professionals, anxious to make a contribution to the program which gave them their start.
Tonight, I am most looking forward to seeing some old friends – some of whom I haven’t seen in many years. I am very pleased to see how many grads are joining us in these celebrations – it is a testament to their loyalty and affection for our program founders, whom we will take some special time tonight to thank for setting us along this path.
I look forward to telling you all about it in the next post…
Friday, September 18, 2009
Hill & Knowlton
When working on Service Canada’s corporate video, I had the good fortune to be able to hire Krista Thompson from Hill & Knowlton to help manage the project. She and I connected instantly – in addition to having loads of natural talent, she was smart, resourceful, and extremely organized. In seven weeks, we wrote the storyboard, traveled with a film crew to six shoots around the country, edited and finally produced a 10-minute video.
Seven weeks? That's loads of time, isn't it? Did I mention I was working in government at the time? When you factor in the time consumed on approvals, that was quite a remarkable feat!
At any rate, a year later, Krista called and asked me to lunch. She was leaving H&K and wanted to know if I wanted to try a hand at consulting. Did I?? Are you kidding?? H&K?? So I took a leave of absence and left on assignment to lead Internal and Change Management communications at H&K. And I didn’t sleep again for the next four months…
Now I know what the life of a consultant is – I’ve been one for a long time. But I never had clients overseas who required conference calls at 3 am. I didn’t have a Blackberry buzzing beside my bed at all hours of the night, every day of the week. And I certainly didn’t have to crank out the 90-page proposals that seemed to be an almost weekly part of the job. I am immensely grateful for my time at H&K – it was a great place to be when I got the news about my APR, and the projects and people were amazing. I packed more things into my portfolio in four short months than I would have in two years in government.
Ultimately, had I been 20 years younger, I would have been in my element – but as it was, I decided to reclaim my place amongst the ranks of the public service. And I finally got a little rest.
Seven weeks? That's loads of time, isn't it? Did I mention I was working in government at the time? When you factor in the time consumed on approvals, that was quite a remarkable feat!
At any rate, a year later, Krista called and asked me to lunch. She was leaving H&K and wanted to know if I wanted to try a hand at consulting. Did I?? Are you kidding?? H&K?? So I took a leave of absence and left on assignment to lead Internal and Change Management communications at H&K. And I didn’t sleep again for the next four months…
Now I know what the life of a consultant is – I’ve been one for a long time. But I never had clients overseas who required conference calls at 3 am. I didn’t have a Blackberry buzzing beside my bed at all hours of the night, every day of the week. And I certainly didn’t have to crank out the 90-page proposals that seemed to be an almost weekly part of the job. I am immensely grateful for my time at H&K – it was a great place to be when I got the news about my APR, and the projects and people were amazing. I packed more things into my portfolio in four short months than I would have in two years in government.
Ultimately, had I been 20 years younger, I would have been in my element – but as it was, I decided to reclaim my place amongst the ranks of the public service. And I finally got a little rest.
APR
Inspired by the opportunity to work with Jean, I decided it was time for me to pursue my accreditation as a PR practitioner. I looked across my last three years of work and saw the perfect case study: the customer relationship management program I built for PWGWC, where I designed a suite of comms products and a strategy to reach out to PWGSC’s client departments, industry representatives, and to keep our Minister’s office up to date on how clients were receiving our messages.
Accreditation is not for the faint of heart, nor is it for the recent graduate. It is, however, a wonderful opportunity for reflection on past accomplishments, and an excellent exercise for validating what you know. The three-step process includes a written work sample (which is essentially your case study, laid out following the classic RACE formula), a three-and-a-half-hour open book written exam, and an oral board. The Canadian Public Relations Society’s local chapters offer support through examples and workshops, and local accreditation candidates usually form study groups to help each other prepare for exam day.
My philosophy going into exam day was this: I’ve been in the business over two decades, and if I don’t know my stuff by now, I never will. I brought along a few of my favourite sources so I could throw in some key quotes, but my main reference for the exam was my own body of work. In the final result, that seemed to be enough: I received the top written exam score, and the top national overall mark for that year. I received my APR at the national conference in Halifax, and was very proud to do so.
For even the most modest among you, I encourage your to give yourself this gift. It is credibility, recognition, and a little leg up over the “competition”. And it feels surprisingly nice to slip that pin into your lapel now and then.
I will be blogging a lot more about accreditation. There is much to discuss regarding its value in the marketplace, and its utility as a credential when competing for jobs in the federal public service. But I will have to come back to that at another time – my gala awaits…
Accreditation is not for the faint of heart, nor is it for the recent graduate. It is, however, a wonderful opportunity for reflection on past accomplishments, and an excellent exercise for validating what you know. The three-step process includes a written work sample (which is essentially your case study, laid out following the classic RACE formula), a three-and-a-half-hour open book written exam, and an oral board. The Canadian Public Relations Society’s local chapters offer support through examples and workshops, and local accreditation candidates usually form study groups to help each other prepare for exam day.
My philosophy going into exam day was this: I’ve been in the business over two decades, and if I don’t know my stuff by now, I never will. I brought along a few of my favourite sources so I could throw in some key quotes, but my main reference for the exam was my own body of work. In the final result, that seemed to be enough: I received the top written exam score, and the top national overall mark for that year. I received my APR at the national conference in Halifax, and was very proud to do so.
For even the most modest among you, I encourage your to give yourself this gift. It is credibility, recognition, and a little leg up over the “competition”. And it feels surprisingly nice to slip that pin into your lapel now and then.
I will be blogging a lot more about accreditation. There is much to discuss regarding its value in the marketplace, and its utility as a credential when competing for jobs in the federal public service. But I will have to come back to that at another time – my gala awaits…
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Service Canada
I had been at PWGSC, working out of Place du Portage, for a few years when I caught wind of the Service Canada story. I was told that there was this crazy bunch of people trying to change how Canadians access their government services. Instead of having to bump around namelessly from jurisdiction to department to bureaucratic answering machine, they were proposing a “one-stop shop” for all government services.
My little practitioner’s heart just leapt. Now here was a cause I could get behind – a story I wanted to help tell! The organization was only a couple of months old, and they were still building their shop. Imagine my delight when I discovered that their DG of Communications was Jean Valin – not only an APR, but a Fellow of CPRS and former President of CPRS Ottawa. He took one look at my cover letter, saw Algonquin and “PR”, and I had an interview.
Now let me clarify something: it RARELY happens that way. Like my immovable Y2k deadline, government is only prompt when absolutely pressed. But Jean was pressed. I was qualified, so I deployed over. Within the first year, I had helped shape the corporate comms plan, produced a corporate video, a public awareness brochure, and witnessed the birth of a brilliant series of TV spots: the Service Canada Booth campaign. Like building a ballet had been, it was a wonderful experience to be part of the creation of something new - and you don't get those chances very often in government!
My little practitioner’s heart just leapt. Now here was a cause I could get behind – a story I wanted to help tell! The organization was only a couple of months old, and they were still building their shop. Imagine my delight when I discovered that their DG of Communications was Jean Valin – not only an APR, but a Fellow of CPRS and former President of CPRS Ottawa. He took one look at my cover letter, saw Algonquin and “PR”, and I had an interview.
Now let me clarify something: it RARELY happens that way. Like my immovable Y2k deadline, government is only prompt when absolutely pressed. But Jean was pressed. I was qualified, so I deployed over. Within the first year, I had helped shape the corporate comms plan, produced a corporate video, a public awareness brochure, and witnessed the birth of a brilliant series of TV spots: the Service Canada Booth campaign. Like building a ballet had been, it was a wonderful experience to be part of the creation of something new - and you don't get those chances very often in government!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
the 20th anniversary
It was stunning enough to witness the turn of the millennium – but to suddenly discover that it’s been 20 years since you started College is another shock. In 2004, we marked the 20th anniversary of the creation of the program with a reunion event.
The highlight of the night was the declaration by PR Program friend (and then-Mayor of Ottawa) Bob Chiarelli of “Claudine Wilson Day” in Ottawa. The declaration was in recognition of her leadership in the program, and its contributions to the community over the last 20 years.
It was at that point that I realized that we were building a legacy not only for the program, but for the community in which we live and work. At the time of the 20th anniversary, we had already raised close to $100,000 for various community charities, and were on our way to doubling that number.
Is it any wonder I am such a proud grad?
The highlight of the night was the declaration by PR Program friend (and then-Mayor of Ottawa) Bob Chiarelli of “Claudine Wilson Day” in Ottawa. The declaration was in recognition of her leadership in the program, and its contributions to the community over the last 20 years.
It was at that point that I realized that we were building a legacy not only for the program, but for the community in which we live and work. At the time of the 20th anniversary, we had already raised close to $100,000 for various community charities, and were on our way to doubling that number.
Is it any wonder I am such a proud grad?
Monday, September 14, 2009
the Government of Canada
Now these high-tech clients were all very well – high-strung, high-maintenance, but high-return, too. However, the brass ring in consulting is landing that first government contract. This was my next goal – and in 1999, I was hired to lead communications for the Y2k program focused on preparing all federal government buildings to enter the year 2000. My client, Public Works and Government Services Canada, acts as the federal landlord, responsible for accommodating federal employees in spaces across the country. My client's job was to test and verify that all of the building systems were Y2k compliant, and wouldn’t fail when the clock ticked over on January 1st, 2000 - and my job was to communicate with some 28 other federal departments, industry, and our Minister's office on the state of our preparations.
The Y2k project was intense and driven by an immovable deadline – and as it turned out, it taught me nothing useful about how government manages its deadlines! Frankly, following Y2k, I don’t think I witnessed another deadline which didn’t move like a leaf in the breeze… but nevertheless, my foot was in the door, and my relationship with the feds was born. The excellent contacts and working networks I built across government to support our Y2k program stood me in good stead as I competed for and won another contract to lead communications for employee and industry relations for a departmental renewal initiative.
Eventually, as the contracting dollars began to shrink, I had the opportunity to join the public service through a competitive process. I struggled a little with giving up my “freedom”, but the promise of paid vacations and sick leave were finally enough to persuade me to give up the big bucks and trade them in for steady employment. I haven’t really looked back since.
The Y2k project was intense and driven by an immovable deadline – and as it turned out, it taught me nothing useful about how government manages its deadlines! Frankly, following Y2k, I don’t think I witnessed another deadline which didn’t move like a leaf in the breeze… but nevertheless, my foot was in the door, and my relationship with the feds was born. The excellent contacts and working networks I built across government to support our Y2k program stood me in good stead as I competed for and won another contract to lead communications for employee and industry relations for a departmental renewal initiative.
Eventually, as the contracting dollars began to shrink, I had the opportunity to join the public service through a competitive process. I struggled a little with giving up my “freedom”, but the promise of paid vacations and sick leave were finally enough to persuade me to give up the big bucks and trade them in for steady employment. I haven’t really looked back since.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Careerbridge
The early and mid 1990s were an exciting time to be in communications – and working with technology clients allowed me access to some pretty cool tools, too. In addition to embracing hardware innovations like Palm Pilots and cell phones, I couldn’t wait to take advantage of e-mail and the internet, which was absolutely revolutionizing the world for communicators.
I joined Careerbridge Corporation when my teaching career and my high-tech consulting business were competing for my attention. As the PR director for this new high-tech startup, I was charged with getting trade media excited about a new web-based recruiting software – a precursor to Monster.com. With free resume posting and job browsing available to a large and talented pool of high-tech workers, Careerbridge was able to attract employers like Nortel, Mitel, Newbridge and many others to subscribe to a dedicated, focused recruitment portal that even allowed for “virtual interviewing” via webconference. It was a very exciting story to tell.
As we were putting together our case study newsletter and media kit, I was looking for a catchy headline. I was doodling (as I often do)…. “e-mail”, “e-commerce”, hmmmm, how about “e-cruiting”? Well, let’s just say that the slogan – while it was embraced – ended up lasting longer than the company. Shortly after I was laid off to save budget, they sold the company and, like many tech startups, the principals made their bang and moved on. My legacy? A great coffee cup, a nice denim shirt, about $200,000 worth of media coverage (including the front page of the Globe’s financial section), a cool slogan you’re just going to have to take my word that I created, and a very useful education in the world of high tech.
I joined Careerbridge Corporation when my teaching career and my high-tech consulting business were competing for my attention. As the PR director for this new high-tech startup, I was charged with getting trade media excited about a new web-based recruiting software – a precursor to Monster.com. With free resume posting and job browsing available to a large and talented pool of high-tech workers, Careerbridge was able to attract employers like Nortel, Mitel, Newbridge and many others to subscribe to a dedicated, focused recruitment portal that even allowed for “virtual interviewing” via webconference. It was a very exciting story to tell.
As we were putting together our case study newsletter and media kit, I was looking for a catchy headline. I was doodling (as I often do)…. “e-mail”, “e-commerce”, hmmmm, how about “e-cruiting”? Well, let’s just say that the slogan – while it was embraced – ended up lasting longer than the company. Shortly after I was laid off to save budget, they sold the company and, like many tech startups, the principals made their bang and moved on. My legacy? A great coffee cup, a nice denim shirt, about $200,000 worth of media coverage (including the front page of the Globe’s financial section), a cool slogan you’re just going to have to take my word that I created, and a very useful education in the world of high tech.
the first client (… and the second…)
You never know where that first client will appear – or how you will find them. My first client came through the classified ads, and winning that account represented for me an act of sheer bravery and chutzpah. My second client was, by contrast, a kind of repeat customer – as a teenager, I had babysat his two girls. Years later, after a lunch with my father, he called to ask for some help with a newsletter.
Now here’s the lesson I learned from our first lunch: sometimes (as it turns out, more often than you might think), clients don’t actually know what they want. Many think they do, but if you are a good practitioner with the patience to listen for awhile, you may discover that they need something entirely different.
My newsletter client needed an entire PR program: media relations, customer relations, and a trade show/conference outreach strategy. But he only realized that after our conversation had probed why he wanted that newsletter, to whom he intended to give it, and how he planned to use it as part of his overall communications program.
The other thing I learned from my newsletter client is that I was on to the right business model. My philosophy with a corporate account like his was that I could help to define the PR program, develop the tools, and train the people on staff who would take the program and run with it. I was, essentially, working myself out of a job. It was my client who first pointed it out, in fact: with respect, he saluted my choice, and said that it was a business approach that would resonate particularly well in the high-tech consulting world, where I hoped to parlay our work together into some referrals.
Now here’s the lesson I learned from our first lunch: sometimes (as it turns out, more often than you might think), clients don’t actually know what they want. Many think they do, but if you are a good practitioner with the patience to listen for awhile, you may discover that they need something entirely different.
My newsletter client needed an entire PR program: media relations, customer relations, and a trade show/conference outreach strategy. But he only realized that after our conversation had probed why he wanted that newsletter, to whom he intended to give it, and how he planned to use it as part of his overall communications program.
The other thing I learned from my newsletter client is that I was on to the right business model. My philosophy with a corporate account like his was that I could help to define the PR program, develop the tools, and train the people on staff who would take the program and run with it. I was, essentially, working myself out of a job. It was my client who first pointed it out, in fact: with respect, he saluted my choice, and said that it was a business approach that would resonate particularly well in the high-tech consulting world, where I hoped to parlay our work together into some referrals.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Gagne Creative Communications
Suddenly unemployed, I faced another crossroad. I had been toying with the idea of heading overseas to visit a friend who worked with the Canadian foreign service, and called her to look at some dates. Before I knew it, I was putting things in storage, selling my car, and headed to Germany with no firm plans to return.
I spent the next three months in Germany licking my wounds and indulging in glorious day and weekend trips, and subsequently ended up in England where I helped promote, renovate and run a small bed-and-breakfast in Canterbury. As a recent tourist and rabid fan of the little university town, I got to know it in some ways better than my new local friends - so I was an excellent hostess, knowing all the best tours and where to take the best pictures. I had free room and board, along with a little PR work to keep my hand in.
Alas, six months after leaving home, my travel visa required me to return to Ottawa. Looking through the classifieds, I saw a tiny ad for a PR person for a local charity. The salary was pitiable – but I realized I could likely help them on a contract basis for a fraction of those salary dollars. Pitching the idea to the GM, I landed my first client, and my consultancy was born.
I will always cherish the freedom self-employment gave me. I never set a meeting time before 9, and controlled when and how I spent my days. The financial advantages continue to enrich my life – and I give much credit to my father, who told me early on: “remember to spend your before-tax dollars on the things that you need – you only pay tax on what’s left over!”
I spent the next three months in Germany licking my wounds and indulging in glorious day and weekend trips, and subsequently ended up in England where I helped promote, renovate and run a small bed-and-breakfast in Canterbury. As a recent tourist and rabid fan of the little university town, I got to know it in some ways better than my new local friends - so I was an excellent hostess, knowing all the best tours and where to take the best pictures. I had free room and board, along with a little PR work to keep my hand in.
Alas, six months after leaving home, my travel visa required me to return to Ottawa. Looking through the classifieds, I saw a tiny ad for a PR person for a local charity. The salary was pitiable – but I realized I could likely help them on a contract basis for a fraction of those salary dollars. Pitching the idea to the GM, I landed my first client, and my consultancy was born.
I will always cherish the freedom self-employment gave me. I never set a meeting time before 9, and controlled when and how I spent my days. The financial advantages continue to enrich my life – and I give much credit to my father, who told me early on: “remember to spend your before-tax dollars on the things that you need – you only pay tax on what’s left over!”
Thursday, September 10, 2009
my first recession
I recall vividly when the summons came. On a beautiful Friday morning in the summer of 1991, I was to present myself to the Chairman of the Board of Directors, a corporate tax lawyer whose impressive offices loomed over the downtown court house. When I arrived, I was ushered into a board room where the GM and the chairman were sitting waiting for me. The axe fell, and my jaw followed it: I was laid off. I had two weeks’ notice and was out on my ass. They would be keeping on my assistant, whose smaller salary and year of experience working with me would help to see them through the next season.
Faced with two weeks to ponder my legacy to the company, I realized that it was more important to me that they survive than it was to express my outrage at being dumped so unceremoniously. I built a detailed work plan to get them through the coming tour, and left careful instructions to help them manage their media and public relations campaigns.
Sadly, the company only survived one more year before the doors closed forever. The company scattered to the winds, and the building was taken down shortly after that. All we have left are the memories – and some pretty great tour posters, if I do say so myself.
Faced with two weeks to ponder my legacy to the company, I realized that it was more important to me that they survive than it was to express my outrage at being dumped so unceremoniously. I built a detailed work plan to get them through the coming tour, and left careful instructions to help them manage their media and public relations campaigns.
Sadly, the company only survived one more year before the doors closed forever. The company scattered to the winds, and the building was taken down shortly after that. All we have left are the memories – and some pretty great tour posters, if I do say so myself.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
The Tin Soldier
Although my time with Ottawa Ballet was short – just under two years – it was enough to see us produce two dance tours, and two original productions. The most remarkable of these was The Tin Soldier, an original ballet based on the classic Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale, for which we created original music, costumes, and choreography.
Building a ballet from the ground up requires significant funding. Through our innovative “Build a Ballet” program, we broke down the production into its component parts, such as choreography, lighting, set design, etc., and priced out the costs associated with each character in the piece. We then did a targeted marketing campaign matching potential business partners with appropriately-themed sponsorship opportunities. For example, we approached Tinkers Gourmet Cookware to sponsor the character of the Tinker in the ballet. Little by little, we covered the costs of mounting the ballet, and on opening night, our sponsors were thrilled to be able to identify so closely with their part of the production.
Our full dress rehearsal the night before we opened was turned into an invitation-only children’s event, and we reached out to community groups and the Children’s Hospital to identify families to fill the seats. I still remember sitting in the dark that night, finally seeing the entire ballet run through from start to finish, and after all that work, I found myself weeping like a proud mom. Frankly, I have yet to replicate the feeling of immense pride and accomplishment I felt for having been part of creating such a beautiful work of art. As the curtain came down on that first performance, I thought I’d never feel it again. Fortunately, the followup CBC tv production of “The Tin Solder” has become something of a Christmas tradition, so I get to revisit my old friends every year.
Building a ballet from the ground up requires significant funding. Through our innovative “Build a Ballet” program, we broke down the production into its component parts, such as choreography, lighting, set design, etc., and priced out the costs associated with each character in the piece. We then did a targeted marketing campaign matching potential business partners with appropriately-themed sponsorship opportunities. For example, we approached Tinkers Gourmet Cookware to sponsor the character of the Tinker in the ballet. Little by little, we covered the costs of mounting the ballet, and on opening night, our sponsors were thrilled to be able to identify so closely with their part of the production.
Our full dress rehearsal the night before we opened was turned into an invitation-only children’s event, and we reached out to community groups and the Children’s Hospital to identify families to fill the seats. I still remember sitting in the dark that night, finally seeing the entire ballet run through from start to finish, and after all that work, I found myself weeping like a proud mom. Frankly, I have yet to replicate the feeling of immense pride and accomplishment I felt for having been part of creating such a beautiful work of art. As the curtain came down on that first performance, I thought I’d never feel it again. Fortunately, the followup CBC tv production of “The Tin Solder” has become something of a Christmas tradition, so I get to revisit my old friends every year.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Ballet on Bank Street
After the excitement of opening Centrepointe Theatre, my marketing job for Nepean’s Parks and Recreation department seemed to devolve to simply promoting kids gym programs and art classes. Certainly a noble enough calling, but I was looking for a new thrill. Right on cue, the ballet company with whom we were co-producing a dance series announced that their Director of Communications had quit. "Hmmmm," thought I: "is this what I’ve been looking for?"
The next day, I was sitting in a tiny office upstairs from the old CHEZ studios in the Byward Market, chatting with a leotard-clad Frank Augustyn about what he was trying to do with Ottawa Ballet. “I want to bring a new audience to dance” he said – and I could tell by the fire in his (exquisitely lovely) eyes that he meant it! I had found a new home. Leaving behind my city pension, I took a cut in pay and dove into the arts full time.
A new home for the company was one of our first challenges. Working with our corporate sponsor Standard Life Assurance, we put together a deal which saw us moving into a brand new, street-level studio at 142 Bank Street. Based on a model Frank had seen in a shopping mall in Florida, the concept was to bring classical ballet out of the shadows and plunk it down on one of the busiest streets in Ottawa. We worked with local merchants to promote “Ballet on Bank” at various sidewalk sales and other events, and opened up our rehearsal space to other community dance groups.
In time, Ottawa Ballet was to become another victim of the recession, and the spot where our studios once stood is now, literally, a parking lot… but nothing can take away my memory of the day that Ballet came to Bank Street.
The next day, I was sitting in a tiny office upstairs from the old CHEZ studios in the Byward Market, chatting with a leotard-clad Frank Augustyn about what he was trying to do with Ottawa Ballet. “I want to bring a new audience to dance” he said – and I could tell by the fire in his (exquisitely lovely) eyes that he meant it! I had found a new home. Leaving behind my city pension, I took a cut in pay and dove into the arts full time.
A new home for the company was one of our first challenges. Working with our corporate sponsor Standard Life Assurance, we put together a deal which saw us moving into a brand new, street-level studio at 142 Bank Street. Based on a model Frank had seen in a shopping mall in Florida, the concept was to bring classical ballet out of the shadows and plunk it down on one of the busiest streets in Ottawa. We worked with local merchants to promote “Ballet on Bank” at various sidewalk sales and other events, and opened up our rehearsal space to other community dance groups.
In time, Ottawa Ballet was to become another victim of the recession, and the spot where our studios once stood is now, literally, a parking lot… but nothing can take away my memory of the day that Ballet came to Bank Street.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Centrepointe Theatre opening
In June of 1988, I was the City’s Marketing Officer, helping with the opening of the new Nepean City Hall at 101 Centrepointe Drive, featuring offices for city staff, a 900+ seat theatre, a public library, multi-purpose council chamber, and visual arts gallery. Centrepointe Theatre signaled an impressive step forward for the performing arts in the region, as it provided access to professional-level facilities to dozens of community groups. A black tie event to open the space featured a performance by Ottawa native Rich Little in a performance of Peter and the Wolf, accompanied by the Nepean Philharmonic Orchestra. Funds were raised to create the Nepean Endowment Fund for the Performing Arts, providing support to dozens of community arts groups.
In fact, as a PR practitioner, I loved the fact that the story of Centrepointe Theatre we were telling was the story of its place in the community. The Box Office, front of house and production facilities were operated with the support of a dedicated corps of volunteers who received training from experienced professionals. Many a budding director, set designer, and producer cut his or her chops on a Nepean Little Theatre or Les Petits Ballets show. By building shows from the ground up, encouraging local talent, Centrepointe Theatre, in the 20 years since its opening, has put a real sense of community into the community arts scene in Ottawa.
This philosophy was very easy for me to embrace as a budding PR practitioner, and I willingly subscribed to the first season, and sponsored a seat in the theatre. My name is still inscribed on one of its seats as a founding member of the endowment fund, and I now look forward to supporting the new Shenkman Arts Centre in Orleans, built in that same spirit these twenty years later.
In fact, as a PR practitioner, I loved the fact that the story of Centrepointe Theatre we were telling was the story of its place in the community. The Box Office, front of house and production facilities were operated with the support of a dedicated corps of volunteers who received training from experienced professionals. Many a budding director, set designer, and producer cut his or her chops on a Nepean Little Theatre or Les Petits Ballets show. By building shows from the ground up, encouraging local talent, Centrepointe Theatre, in the 20 years since its opening, has put a real sense of community into the community arts scene in Ottawa.
This philosophy was very easy for me to embrace as a budding PR practitioner, and I willingly subscribed to the first season, and sponsored a seat in the theatre. My name is still inscribed on one of its seats as a founding member of the endowment fund, and I now look forward to supporting the new Shenkman Arts Centre in Orleans, built in that same spirit these twenty years later.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
the Nepean sandstone project
My first major project with the City of Nepean saw me traveling from event to event with a maquette of the proposed new City Hall which was being constructed on Centrepointe Drive. Our message for taxpayers: this is your facility, and we are proud to tell you that it’s already paid for. This was, needless to say, a good news message, and a great introduction to the business of PR.
We also travelled with a slab of Nepean sandstone into which residents were invited to help us carve the city’s official Coat of Arms. My partner and co-facilitator in the exhibit was a man named Robert Brown, a third-generation stone carver whose family had helped build the Rideau Canal. After two years of public events around the region (and with a little final help from Robert), the finished product was installed outside the Council Chambers of the new building.
As I lead my first tour of the new facility when it opened in 1988, that Coat of Arms was there to remind me of the thousands of conversations I’d had with Nepean residents leading up to the unveiling. I recognized many of the faces of the young amateur carvers as they roamed the new library and theatre spaces. And I knew that I’d been part of a great PR project. One which I could come back and visit for many years to come.
We also travelled with a slab of Nepean sandstone into which residents were invited to help us carve the city’s official Coat of Arms. My partner and co-facilitator in the exhibit was a man named Robert Brown, a third-generation stone carver whose family had helped build the Rideau Canal. After two years of public events around the region (and with a little final help from Robert), the finished product was installed outside the Council Chambers of the new building.
As I lead my first tour of the new facility when it opened in 1988, that Coat of Arms was there to remind me of the thousands of conversations I’d had with Nepean residents leading up to the unveiling. I recognized many of the faces of the young amateur carvers as they roamed the new library and theatre spaces. And I knew that I’d been part of a great PR project. One which I could come back and visit for many years to come.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
the Algonquin College and PR family
I remember vividly sitting in my first Mass Communications lecture at university, amongst some 300-odd nervous youngsters, waiting for The Man to show up and enlighten me. When he finally showed – late, trailing his entourage of TAs and adjuncts – I was underwhelmed. Even from the depths of that giant lecture hall, I could see that he was a small, high-strung little man who clearly wanted to set the tone for the coming year with the strength and conviction of his opening remarks. “Refer to your handouts if you wish to follow along” said he as he began to lay out the curriculum for the coming year. For the first time, I looked at the mimeographed sheets I had been handed as I entered the hall, and what I saw set the course of my life: the Man, however mighty he might think he was, could not spell. And what was worse, his grammar sucked, too.
Four years later, I took my new English degree, left The Man, and never looked back. When I entered my first class at Algonquin the following year, I looked around at my 30-odd classmates who, like me, were about to embark on this brand new adventure, and knew it was going to be a whole new ball game. I would know every one of their names by week’s end, and maintain contact with many of them to this day. Together, we shared a remarkable journey through the birth of the PR program, and I, like many of my fellow alumni, still feel a very strong connection. It has never occurred to me to turn away from Algonquin – I will always feel that it is there that I found my first academic home.
Four years later, I took my new English degree, left The Man, and never looked back. When I entered my first class at Algonquin the following year, I looked around at my 30-odd classmates who, like me, were about to embark on this brand new adventure, and knew it was going to be a whole new ball game. I would know every one of their names by week’s end, and maintain contact with many of them to this day. Together, we shared a remarkable journey through the birth of the PR program, and I, like many of my fellow alumni, still feel a very strong connection. It has never occurred to me to turn away from Algonquin – I will always feel that it is there that I found my first academic home.
Friday, September 04, 2009
a Prof is born…
It started small: supervising a few shifts in the agency, giving a few guest talks. But there was a little flicker deep inside of me that responded early on to being in front of a class full of people. I loved being able to encourage a discussion during which new ideas were explored – and most of all, I was hooked on the rush that came from seeing the light bulb go on for a student. And let me tell you, I have learned as much from my students as they have from me. Teaching compels me to keep current on trends in the practice, and to keep true to the highest standards and principles of our profession.
Over time, I’ve had the chance to teach almost every core course in Algonquin's PR program. I taught full-time through two sabbaticals, and in the early years supplemented my growing consulting business with part-time teaching. I have been pleased to see how technological developments have made much of the more mundane aspects of teaching easier, and allowed for more innovation in the classroom. I am taking this year off from the College classroom to focus on our program's anniversary celebrations, and to explore more of the newest teaching tools and models including those for delivering online and distance education.
Meanwhile, I have been able to bring my teaching experience to the Service Canada College, which delivers service excellence and program-related training to thousands of employees across the country. I will be focusing on curriculum as well as content development for an employee engagement program. Meanwhile, I renew my commitment daily to learning and growing as a coach, mentor, and willing participant in the exploration of new ideas.
Over time, I’ve had the chance to teach almost every core course in Algonquin's PR program. I taught full-time through two sabbaticals, and in the early years supplemented my growing consulting business with part-time teaching. I have been pleased to see how technological developments have made much of the more mundane aspects of teaching easier, and allowed for more innovation in the classroom. I am taking this year off from the College classroom to focus on our program's anniversary celebrations, and to explore more of the newest teaching tools and models including those for delivering online and distance education.
Meanwhile, I have been able to bring my teaching experience to the Service Canada College, which delivers service excellence and program-related training to thousands of employees across the country. I will be focusing on curriculum as well as content development for an employee engagement program. Meanwhile, I renew my commitment daily to learning and growing as a coach, mentor, and willing participant in the exploration of new ideas.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
on consulting
The existence of a Public Relations program in Ottawa was not a secret for long. Soon, we were getting enquiries from outside organizations wanting to hear about our curriculum, and interested in securing the services of a student or graduate. In the early days, we also had the opportunity to develop customized training programs on an ad-hoc basis.
In fact, one of my first “consulting” gigs was to develop a media training session for a local utility company. As a graduate with a good understanding of the municipal infrastructure, I was in a good spot to design and deliver the workshop for their senior executives. Through a three-hour session, we covered the basics of handling media enquiries, and were able to run through some practice scenarios with the spokespersons-in-training. Not only was I now an employed graduate, I was also beginning to develop some pretty robust consulting skills!
In fact, one of my first “consulting” gigs was to develop a media training session for a local utility company. As a graduate with a good understanding of the municipal infrastructure, I was in a good spot to design and deliver the workshop for their senior executives. Through a three-hour session, we covered the basics of handling media enquiries, and were able to run through some practice scenarios with the spokespersons-in-training. Not only was I now an employed graduate, I was also beginning to develop some pretty robust consulting skills!
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
the PR agency
One of the most innovative aspects of the two-year PR program is the second-year-run student PR agency. Clients from the non-profit sector who would otherwise be unable to afford PR services benefit from students keen to apply what they’ve learned about media relations, special event planning, communications and public relations in a “real-world” setting. My agency clients included Ottawa’s Savoy Society, and my own client, the Canadian Industrial Computer Society.
The agency work was so interesting that I remained committed to helping students even after I graduated. I worked with students as they took on clients such as the Neil Squire Society, Greeley Players, and Algonquin’s own Horticulture Program for their annual Spring Flower Show. The client list has grown into the dozens since we first hung up the shingle, many of them returning year after year – a true testament to the consistently high quality of the students’ work. And I can truly say that I honed my client relationship management skills in this setting – skills which were to serve me well in my own consulting business.
The agency work was so interesting that I remained committed to helping students even after I graduated. I worked with students as they took on clients such as the Neil Squire Society, Greeley Players, and Algonquin’s own Horticulture Program for their annual Spring Flower Show. The client list has grown into the dozens since we first hung up the shingle, many of them returning year after year – a true testament to the consistently high quality of the students’ work. And I can truly say that I honed my client relationship management skills in this setting – skills which were to serve me well in my own consulting business.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Information Officer, ‘80s style
As a member of the three-person “information services” team at the City of Nepean, my colleague Lois and I were essentially the city’s 4-1-1 service. In the days before databases and the internet, residents often turned to City Hall for answers to questions as wide-ranging as “how do I get Mom placed in an old folks’ home?” to “how do I get rid of the skunk under my porch?” to “where is the nearest bus stop?”
Over the course of a couple of years, we built the Black Book – a three-ring binder stuffed with every scrap of information we would possibly need. Our motto was that if we didn’t have the answer, we would find it and get back to the citizen. We sourced out provincial and federal contacts, community organizations, advocacy groups, crisis and information lines – everything we could to add to our bag of tricks.
I see now that we were trying to be the “Service Canada” of the City of Nepean: no wrong door, focused on service, we always delivered for our clients. But it sure would have been easier with a database…
Over the course of a couple of years, we built the Black Book – a three-ring binder stuffed with every scrap of information we would possibly need. Our motto was that if we didn’t have the answer, we would find it and get back to the citizen. We sourced out provincial and federal contacts, community organizations, advocacy groups, crisis and information lines – everything we could to add to our bag of tricks.
I see now that we were trying to be the “Service Canada” of the City of Nepean: no wrong door, focused on service, we always delivered for our clients. But it sure would have been easier with a database…
Monday, August 31, 2009
a point of reference…
desktop publishing? e-mail? digital cameras? are you kidding me? the ‘80s in E Block were a different technological era. It still staggers me to have been witness to such dramatic changes in such a “short” time – erm, well, you know what I mean. Let me paint you a few word pictures of life in the class of ’86:
• smoking in class (we were kicked out into the hall in second year)
• manual typewriters on each desk
• special “word-processing” classes, taught on Wang systems which occupied their own special lab across campus
• pmt cameras and waxers for laying out print ads
• splicing audio tape
Our beloved E block – now a parking lot on Woodroffe campus – was home to not only to a few hundred students, but to an assortment of mice, squirrels, and other vermin who took advantage of the fact that the building had long since come to the end of its useful life. We persevered for a few years, huddling under tarps when it rained and occasionally having to evict unwelcome visitors who invaded file drawers and overhead crawlspaces every summer while the staff was away. Needless to say, we all cheered the arrival of the new media building when it finally arrived.
• smoking in class (we were kicked out into the hall in second year)
• manual typewriters on each desk
• special “word-processing” classes, taught on Wang systems which occupied their own special lab across campus
• pmt cameras and waxers for laying out print ads
• splicing audio tape
Our beloved E block – now a parking lot on Woodroffe campus – was home to not only to a few hundred students, but to an assortment of mice, squirrels, and other vermin who took advantage of the fact that the building had long since come to the end of its useful life. We persevered for a few years, huddling under tarps when it rained and occasionally having to evict unwelcome visitors who invaded file drawers and overhead crawlspaces every summer while the staff was away. Needless to say, we all cheered the arrival of the new media building when it finally arrived.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Algonquin Vice
OK, sounds cheesy now, but in 1985, Miami Vice was all the rage. As most college students do, we planned to raise some of our funds for our first fundraiser – for St. Brigit’s Soup Kitchen – by hosting an on-campus pub at Bert's Bar (now the Ob). But we were not content to just stick posters up around campus and pray for a good turnout. No indeed – we managed to persuade two TV broadcasting students – and our tv production prof, Ron Nieman -- to help us produce a promotional video for our pub. Shooting took place around the campus, and an entire weekend (and a few all-nighters) were spent in the production studio cutting together the finished product. We toured the campus with a VCR and TV, playing our video for anyone who would watch. Tickets – at a mere $1 apiece – began to fly. It was a sellout event – and a few budding TV stars were born!
I’d love to show you the video, but youtube wants to strip out the soundtrack as we used a few copyrighted songs (I guess you'll have to come to our reunion to see it!). I will just leave you with this image: two cool cats in sharp suits and shades prowling the campus to try to determine “who killed that unfortunate 2-4 at Bert’s Bar”…. Like I said, cheesy…
I’d love to show you the video, but youtube wants to strip out the soundtrack as we used a few copyrighted songs (I guess you'll have to come to our reunion to see it!). I will just leave you with this image: two cool cats in sharp suits and shades prowling the campus to try to determine “who killed that unfortunate 2-4 at Bert’s Bar”…. Like I said, cheesy…
Saturday, August 29, 2009
the City of Nepean
1985: not even a year into the program and I have my first break: a chance at a summer job at the City of Nepean in their Information office. I’m in competition for the job with two university students, but end up landing the job working with the Director of Information Services, Andrea McCormick – who was to become my first workplace mentor. She single-handedly taught me to get over my fear of the media, making me do all of the followup media calls for each City Council meeting. She also gave me one of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever had as a junior employee: don’t just bring me problems, bring me solutions!
As I entered the second year of the program, the curriculum – and the extra-curricular activities – began to intensify. We took on a fundraising challenge for St. Brigit’s Soup Kitchen which was to become the first in a long and storied line of fundraisers for community charities held by PR students over the years. Our PR skills didn’t stop with fundraising, though: we actually designed and built a three-layered-cake float for the Salvation Army to use in the Santa Claus parade. Our reputation as the “can-do” program was well under way.
As I entered the second year of the program, the curriculum – and the extra-curricular activities – began to intensify. We took on a fundraising challenge for St. Brigit’s Soup Kitchen which was to become the first in a long and storied line of fundraisers for community charities held by PR students over the years. Our PR skills didn’t stop with fundraising, though: we actually designed and built a three-layered-cake float for the Salvation Army to use in the Santa Claus parade. Our reputation as the “can-do” program was well under way.
Friday, August 28, 2009
meeting Claudine Wilson
1984- In addition to writing the usual entrance exams on current events and writing ability, PR program founders Claudine Wilson and Robin Dorrell personally interviewed all of the first PR students (a practice which they were, sadly, forced to abandon shortly after). Claudine and I met, and it was magical. We had so much in common: we both had English degrees, were both only children who lost their mothers early to cancer. Through the luxury of the hour or so we spent chatting in her office, we hit it off immediately.
Claudine clearly and succinctly painted a picture of her vision of Public Relations' highest calling: to bring the right information and people together, at the right moment, to inspire people to move mountains in order to affect a positive change in the world. In that moment, my love of words, my love of storytelling, and my love of organizing found a home. Claudine showed me what a creative force PR could be. I was mesmerized.
This was my calling - I had always been doing it, but had simply not known it had a name. I was over the moon when I got the phone call that I had passed the exams and had been accepted into the program. I've never looked back.
Of course, Claudine was to become my first mentor and one of my closest friends. I am so pleased - and feel honoured - to have shared these last 25 years with her. She has a cherished place in many of the stories I will be sharing on this blog over the next 24 days.
Claudine clearly and succinctly painted a picture of her vision of Public Relations' highest calling: to bring the right information and people together, at the right moment, to inspire people to move mountains in order to affect a positive change in the world. In that moment, my love of words, my love of storytelling, and my love of organizing found a home. Claudine showed me what a creative force PR could be. I was mesmerized.
This was my calling - I had always been doing it, but had simply not known it had a name. I was over the moon when I got the phone call that I had passed the exams and had been accepted into the program. I've never looked back.
Of course, Claudine was to become my first mentor and one of my closest friends. I am so pleased - and feel honoured - to have shared these last 25 years with her. She has a cherished place in many of the stories I will be sharing on this blog over the next 24 days.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
1984: it all begins
1984 (spring): I was a new university graduate looking to do something with my BA in English and History. Although I had been accepted at Queen’s to enter their Bachelor of Education program, I wasn’t convinced it was my destiny to teach English to children. Meanwhile, I had been working with my father, a scientist at the National Research Council, since 1978, running a scientific association called the Canadian Industrial Computer Society (CICS). Using a very early personal computer, I had been editing their quarterly newsletter, managing the membership lists, and organizing workshops and conferences – and really enjoying the work of “translating” technical speak into plain language. So was I a writer, then? An office manager? Wait – what’s this thing called “PR” I keep hearing about??
1984 (summer): as I continued to ponder what to do with myself, I stumbled across a program on Rogers Cable which profiled various professionals across the region talking about what they did. I remember very clearly seeing an interview with Sandi Digras, who was speaking about her work as the director of “public relations” for the Chateau Laurier Hotel. As she spoke about the media relations, special events, and writing required in her job, a lightbulb went off for me: this is what I was meant to do! Now if only there were some place for me to go to get training… Eureka! The Ottawa Citizen tells me about the creation of a new program at Algonquin College – and I know I’ve found my destiny!
1984 (summer): as I continued to ponder what to do with myself, I stumbled across a program on Rogers Cable which profiled various professionals across the region talking about what they did. I remember very clearly seeing an interview with Sandi Digras, who was speaking about her work as the director of “public relations” for the Chateau Laurier Hotel. As she spoke about the media relations, special events, and writing required in her job, a lightbulb went off for me: this is what I was meant to do! Now if only there were some place for me to go to get training… Eureka! The Ottawa Citizen tells me about the creation of a new program at Algonquin College – and I know I’ve found my destiny!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
25 days to celebrate 25 years
In 25 days - on September 19th - we will be getting together to celebrate the 25th birthday of Algonquin College's Public Relations Program. As a member of the first graduating class, I have been looking forward to this event for several years now. Since graduating, I have stayed very close to the program, and have been grateful to have the chance to contribute as a member of the advisory committee, and as a teacher. I am a rabid fan and frequent client of the student-run agency, and have enjoyed dozens of Alumni events over the last couple of decades.
To mark my 25-day countdown to the 25th, I will be posting the story of my career in 25 little chapters. Tomorrow's chapter: finding PR...
To mark my 25-day countdown to the 25th, I will be posting the story of my career in 25 little chapters. Tomorrow's chapter: finding PR...
Friday, July 10, 2009
thinking about "been_thinking"
I've been reading a lot of other blogs, and watching some very lively discussion about the place social media can and should be taking in our PR strategies. I think the stat that most intrigues me recently is that over 60% of users joining Twitter drop out of the race after six months. I consider myself the poster child for the "what could people actually care about me puttering in the garden, for heaven's sake?" movement.
But as a business and a PR tool, it is right on the money - allowing us another way to keep people updated on projects and event plans in real time. Just as fax machines, PCs, e-mail and the internet have moved us closer together, now we seem to have the ability to be in each other's pockets 24 hours a day.
What a new world.
I am slowly adapting to social media - and continue to hope that the things I do will, at times, be of interest to other people.
But as a business and a PR tool, it is right on the money - allowing us another way to keep people updated on projects and event plans in real time. Just as fax machines, PCs, e-mail and the internet have moved us closer together, now we seem to have the ability to be in each other's pockets 24 hours a day.
What a new world.
I am slowly adapting to social media - and continue to hope that the things I do will, at times, be of interest to other people.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
promise
what an inspiring day.
the energy, the sunshine, and the vision.
such clarity of vision.
I can't wait to hear more. And I am daring to believe it just might be the start of a brand new day for America.
How incredible to be sharing this. I can only imagine it being like this when they elected JFK. It took a few years, mind you, but then along came Pierre...
dare we hope for a Canadian Renaissance?
I do.
the energy, the sunshine, and the vision.
such clarity of vision.
I can't wait to hear more. And I am daring to believe it just might be the start of a brand new day for America.
How incredible to be sharing this. I can only imagine it being like this when they elected JFK. It took a few years, mind you, but then along came Pierre...
dare we hope for a Canadian Renaissance?
I do.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
An inauguration wish
Is it possible that we can all catch this wave and ride it to true transformation?
Can we really learn to rise above and look for the common good?
Will we as Canadians look for an opportunity to learn from what we're seeing?
Are going to jump on the bandwagon?
Gosh, I hope so...
welcome, Mr. Obama. Let's get on with it...
Can we really learn to rise above and look for the common good?
Will we as Canadians look for an opportunity to learn from what we're seeing?
Are going to jump on the bandwagon?
Gosh, I hope so...
welcome, Mr. Obama. Let's get on with it...
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