Hooray! Did you hear? The recession is officially over. And it has been for more than a year.
Now if only SOMEONE could prove it to small business owners and to the big companies and start-ups who we hope to attract as clients! After all, we small business owners are "the backbone of the economy." Or so say the politicos. But I gotta tell you, if the economy don't start straighten' out soon I'm gonna need to see a chiropractor tout
de suite! If my phone don't start ringing more -- and not by the politicians on
Robodial looking for my vote -- then I will need a serious adjustment in my lifestyle. And it may start with how I am registered to vote.
Just over 34 years ago, as a skinny 22-year-old with (almost) a full head of hair, wearing a 100%, double-kit Polyester suit, I took a bus from Spring Valley, NY to New York City to a job interview at Daniel
Edelman Public Relations. I still remember the opening line of the type-written cover letter that got me the appointment: "On August 23, I am coming to New York to convince you to hire me." I may be off on the date, a bit, but I will never forget that letter because it worked. I even vaguely remember where the bus dropped me off (Lexington Ave. in the 50s). The rest of the morning is somewhat of a blur; I just know that I was hired and within two weeks, living in a studio apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
Fast-forward 34-years (time does speed up with age, doesn't it?) and I am still plugging away at the art of making other people look good, sound good, feel good. And, once again, living in an apartment.
I have survived as a self-employed consultant for the past 28-years in this unscientific, no guarantees PR business because of the willingness to take the lead, extend myself for others, and over-service clients in order to deliver on promises that are always "qualified." This has not made me rich!
Unlike my brethren in the advertising business, I can't guarantee that I will get my clients media coverage. In fact, getting media coverage has gotten much harder with the downsizing of traditional print media in particular. Even The New York Times is hurting in these weary economic times.
And then there is the social media trend. Just like this "Bald Ego" we can all become instant publishers. Many full-time
bloggers have done just that and the results are often frightening! Slander? Libel? Who cares? Seemingly, a lot don't. Stated more succinctly (so as not to slander legitimate, conscientious
bloggers -- of whom there are many), it's sometimes hard to tell or hard to know or just hard to believe what one reads in some blog posts. I am thinking of one local blogger, in particular, who has been blacklisted by most local PR people. Her writings strike raw nerves and fear! What she claims is true is debatable. Who do you believe? The elected officials who she loves to attack or her often outrageous claims. Considering some of the actions and decisions by one of her most favorite targets, it's kind of easy to take her side. But that's another discussion and this posting is not meant to be politically correct, er...incorrect.
"Call me Lieutenant. Call me Mr. Vice President." What's that all about? Four years ago I became a volunteer firefighter in
Larchmont, NY. Last year, I was appointed to Lt. and this past April, elected to the post. Some people who think they know me well were surprised to find out that I became a firefighter. But many of these same people have never been self-employed. Talk about taking risks and having to put out fires! Talk about taking the lead and willing to run into hypothetically explosive situations! Yeah, I'm up to the task!
"Call me Mr. Vice President." Ouch! Ever since I can remember, this Washington, DC position has been the butt of many jokes, the source of embarrassment for the President, and ripe for corruption. I intend to side-step all of this V.P. negativity as V.P, of the
Fairfield County PR Association, a group of other senior-level communications professionals, most of whom are self-employed consultants like myself. Again leadership, responsibility, a dedication to my profession and remaining current with new trends in my profession.
You see, when I assume a responsibility I take it seriously. I give it my all or at least all that I have to give. What's the difference? There are always the second-guessers, members of Club
CouldovShouldovWouldov -- "Ya
couldov done this. You
shouldov done that. I
wouldov done better."
Well, to those chartered members of Club
CSW, I offer you my brand new $500 moccasins (which I bought brand new for $35 in a favorite high-end thrift store). Walk a mile or two in them and you might just find out for yourself that what really looked good on the shelf and fit fine at first, pinches, starts to make your very soul (pun intended) ache not before long, and tires you out long before the journey's end is in site. Unless you're a trooper, a survivor. Do you have what it takes? Ask me.
I see so many people hurting that I count my blessings that I have money in the bank, food in my refrigerator (olives are food), and a roof over my head. Today I saw two people, about my age, hitchhiking. Last night on my three-mile trek through Manhattan's Upper West Side I encountered more panhandlers and homeless people curled up for the night in door wells than I can remember.
Ah! But the good news, today, is that the recession is over and has been over for quite some time. Do you remember George & Rudy's respective responses to the 9/11 attack to the folks who hunkered down initially:? "Go to Disney World" and "Take your family shopping." If only escapism was the permanent solution for all challenges in life. Hard times require strong leadership and I intend to offer it to all who seek my assistance.
Call me Lieutenant. Call me Mr. Vice President. Just call me!