Friday, 25 January 2013

Wind Chills and Winnipeg Transit


Winnipeg is going through a cold snap - No, this isn't new news.

If the CBC hadn't warned me every morning before I left my house - I would have gone on my merry way, wearing four pairs of leggings, a sweater, a hoodie, my winter parka and two pairs of mitts, thinking to myself: This was a normal Winnipeg winter.



And in reality is has been a "normal Winnipeg winter"! It's been -44 with the wind-chill for the past four days and that's just something we have to deal with because we choose to live here.

Now. I'm not going to rant about the weather. Although, I must say, as a personal side note: Winnipeggers have been doing a good job of sucking it up.

I want you to picture this: 

It's dark out (no surprise there, it's winter). Five people standing at a bus stop, shuffling back and forth, checking the oncoming traffic for signs of headlights larger than an average cars'. But there is no hope. It's 8:09 P.M. The schedule said the number 18 was supposed to be here at 8:06 P.M.

The bus is three minutes late. That's not a good sign.

The snow starts to form layers on our shoulders and heads. One of the men isn't wearing mitts. The other has his scarf up but his jacket is unzipped and open. I am thanking my parents over and over again in my head for buying me my large-and-in-charge men's Sorel boots.



Ten minutes pass. Another man joins the stop. We're all looking at the ground, knowing the truth but not wanting to talk to each other about it.

Eight more minutes go by. By this time, we know: The bus has no-showed.

After half an hour of waiting in the snow. We finally see the large headlights and the changing sign "North-Main Corydon" blinking off in the distance.  We pre-maturely form a line in the predicted area of where the bus will stop. Finally, we hear the screech of the bus's brakes. We all board the bus. Brush off the snow. And pretend like the last half an hour never happened.

Thanks Winnipeg Transit. You've been so helpful today.


This is me on the bus after "the wait", giving it a certain finger. 

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Honest-y is the best policy



I was fully prepared to be in charge of making coffee for three weeks during my work placement at Honest Agency. It was my first experience in an agency and as soon as I figured out I was in a room full of graphic designers, I thought "What do I have to offer"? Me, a second year CreComm student who had no idea how an agency worked




I wasn’t nervous, but I was really grateful when head honcho Callum Beattie made me a makeshift desk. I was thankful he threw me a "Josie and the Pussycats" reference. "Yes," I thought, "the boss has a corny sense of humor, I can work with this".

I was even more grateful when Charity leaned over from her desk and told me there’s a meeting every Monday morning. To which I responded awkwardly “Thanksfortelling… me?”

She smiled. I felt dumb. I now know how Lauren Conrad felt on her first day interning at Teen Vogue

Throughout the three weeks, the meetings in the board room were the best part of my day - getting together to brainstorm concepts and ideas with a bunch of creative people. My other favorite part was when head honcho part deux, Sherril Matthes, shared some of the workload she takes on on a daily basis. I was more than happy to help. Friday lunches at the Kings Head laughing at Roberta-isms, Kerri teaching me how to use a sewing machine and listening to Jadyn's playlists were some of the added bonuses.

By the end, three weeks had flown by. At the Honest "Naughty or Nice" Holiday party, Sherril shimmied her way up to me and taught me her little dance. I knew right then and there I would be stoked to work at an agency like this.

Overall, I am very thankful Honest decided to take me on as their first CreComm intern. I'm glad I had a positive first experience at an agency.

And I'm happy to have made nine new friends.


Thanks yo.