If you have ever used a gas station bathroom, you know exactly what I am talking about. The sticky floors, toilet paper hanging from a mangled coat-hanger, no soap, cracked mirror, no paper towels, “Joanie loves Chachi” scrawled in Sharpie across the stall door. It’s a mess. A lavatory nightmare.
From what I understand, most gas stations are franchised locations or privately owned stations with exclusive contracts with one brand of gasoline. If they are receiving any marketing assistance from these Gasoline Giants, it definitely doesn’t show. It blows my mind that large companies like Shell, Chevron, and BP will put their name on something so clearly devoid of standards. My internal marketer is crying in the corner. Continue reading “How Every Gas Station Could Be Like QuikTrip”→
Through-out my time in college, I had the pleasure of working 37 different jobs, gigs, projects and internships. I wrote this poem as it was nearly impossible to highlight my diverse array of experience in a resume! I have now translated those experiences and my marketing BBA into my career-launching number 38 at Arylessence, Inc.
I have made cardboard fruit baskets on an assembly line,
Served breakfast, lunch, dinner, and poured the wine.
I planned the grandest of openings for a Fro-Yo franchise,
Sold fuzzy animal hats with big googly eyes.
Hello, My Name is Megan Jane and I Suffer From OCD.No, my DVD’s are not alphabetized and I don’t turn my door knob three times. I am referring to “Obsessive Comparison Disorder“, which is becoming an epidemic across my social-media crazed generation. Previous generations have suffered from milder versions of this condition, with symptoms spiking during high school reunions and large family gatherings. In 2014, through Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, SnapChat – and whichever new platform came out while I wrote this blog – we are subjected to a daily battery of everyone else’s happy moments. I have listed some of the usual online announcements that cause an acute flare up of my OCD symptoms.
Are we really just an over-entitled, over-indulged generation with a taste for technology and no work ethic? A group of self-righteous kids with impressively useless degrees? I would like to say no. Are we different than the generations that came before us? Of course. The infamous Millennial generation is in full force in the workplace. We range from 18 to mid 30’s and, despite the common misconception, we are not all snap-chatting our breakfast and taking selfies. We are capable of a great many things with the right motivation.
Well, I suppose the modern day version of a non-fiction writer is an internet blogger – especially considering my millennial label. Since I grew up an avid reader and writer, I have always found some comfort and release in both. When seriously contemplating being a writer (meaning published, as anyone can “write”) I started to wonder whether it would actually be worth it? I mean, do people even read anymore?