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| marketing mondays on tuesday [v8]
you can't even make this stuff up...
 I've secretly decided to refer to one of my clients as "annoying abbreviation guy" because he abbreviates things that do not need to be abbreviated, to the point where it takes longer to figure out what he's refering to than if he had taken the time to spell it out. I'm not just refering to a quick line fired over the Blackberry from a meeting - fine, I get that. Abbreviate away. I'm talking about being on the phone with this person, as he "promises to have the TOC" to me by "EOD." Well, I'd like to point out that even after I pondered on it and realized he would send the table of contents by the end of the day, it never happened. Let this be a warning to you all: people who abbreviate to this extent are slippery marketing types who should not be trusted. Do not count on their ETAs, it's probably a load of BS. OK I should work... until the next sporadic post. | | |
| Controversial cloth bags. Only in London...
 This story made me smile because it just oozes London-ness. A cloth shopping bag designed by Anya Hindmarch for (my fave British) grocery chain Sainsbury's turns into an instant must-have item. It sells out immediately and then gets slammed by the media for being unethically made at a sweat shop in China, at which point the PR rep from Sain's points out that whole idea was to make something environmentally friendly simultaneously hip. All our favourite causes are clashing, it seems. Anyway these bags could and should have been made differently, but I still got a kick out of this consumer & media frenzy... Thoughts from the Londoners? Did any of you ladies indulge in one of these bags? I might have, if it didn't involving queuing up at 4am! Bon weekend, all. :) | | |
| marketing mondays [v7]
you can't even make this stuff up...
 Dressing Miss Doggy: One of my colleagues recently dog-napped her brother's dog from Korea. Her parents went to visit, and decided to remove the bad omen (dog in newlywed home = no babies). But it's not just any dog. This maltese, named Mini, came armed for her international relocation with a suitcase of clothes, shoes, vitamins and chicken-flavoured toothpaste. She wears a perfume called "Oh my dog." She has 4 outfits including skirts, fur coats (ironic?) and my personal favourite, "a bunny costume." I don't know, I've only grown up around smelly farm dogs, but getting done up like the Easter bunny has got to be pretty damn humiliating for a canine.
And that is my quicky, cheeky update on lunch break. This post goes out to Sara, whose dog also dresses up from time to time, although Charlie is a tad more dignified (sweaters and booties for icy days).
Go Canucks Go. | | |
|  Can't-win coffee.... So here's a pointless little tale for you on a Friday morning. And it doesn't have to do with not being able to win roll-up-the-rim. Cuz I do. I win the odd coffee and donut. And they even congratulate me when I bring it to the till. But anyway, for the past few days I've repeatedly forgotten to pick up cream (18%, mmm) to make my morning coffee at home. The only other options in the fridge being soy and goat's milk, I've been repeatedly hitting Timmy's on the way to work. Yesterday I ended up having a long conversation in the line-up with an exchange student who kept trying to guess my age. Today the drive-thru looked shortest so I did that, ordered my coffee (2 cream, 1 sugar) and hopped back on the road to work.
I only ever open the coffee tab when I'm at my desk, a minute down the road, to avoid burning my tongue and/or pouring it down myself in the car. So I get to work just now, pop the tab on automatic while staring at the screen scanning morning emails, and take a nice long swig of pure black coffee. Doh! I raid the work fridge for a creamer of sorts and end up using (and hence now have to replace) the last few drips of a colleague's french vanilla creamer. Yeah, this coffee tastes like total crap. It's amazing how fickle I am, how the littlest thing can set your morning off... So to look on the sunny side of this beautiful day, I'm grateful it's Friday, that I don't have a caffeine headache (worse than bad coffee), and that I'm leaving early for a meeting with the caterers and dinner with good friends. Bon weekend!
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