Have you ever been too busy to think? That’s where I am right now. At work, it seems that I’m inundated with little tasks that keep me on the run all eight hours with a few big projects thrown in that keep getting pushed to the back burner because of all these little tasks. Copy this. Label that. Sort those. Schedule them. Call her. That type of nonsense. Add to that the fact that I’m trying to de-hoard my workspace and I’m just frazzled and slowly approaching wits end.

The arrival of spring with its balmy breezes and perfect sun has caused my home life activity level to soar as I no longer have a ready excuse to keep driving past the park that sits smack dab in the middle of my route home when my daughters really turn up the begging. And I feel guilty spending Saturdays in pajamas when we can hear the sounds of kids playing outside as soon as the sun comes up. My weekends are now feats of motherly marvels and I long for the snow to trap us indoors so that I can get some work done.

To sum it up, I can feel a meltdown coming on. Which leads me to another conclusion: I need a vacation! Its high time.

With funds on the budget end of the vacation spectrum, there are a myriad of great one-tank trips. Georgia has a great bit of coastline dotted with worthwhile destinations like Tybee Island, Hilton Head and Jekyll Island. We’ve got great mountains to the north, a beautiful nature sanctuary, Callaway Gardens, to the west. About an eight hour drive south will land me in Orlando, land of Disney and all the pleasures and treasures that part of the world has to offer. I don’t really have a plan right now, but soon, I’m going to have to make a run for it before I either pass out from exhaustion or . . . go postal!

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Every so often, I get a serious case of writer’s block. Like tonight for example. I think I just stared at the screen for about two hours because I couldn’t think of anything to write. But I suppose I’m pretty used to it, especially being a copywriter. Sometimes when I need a clever headline or a witty quote, my brain freezes up, making it impossible to have a coherent thought. When it comes to that, I have a few things I always do to get myself back on track:

1. Read the thesaurus. I tend to stick to the online versions, but once in a blue moon when I’m really stuck, I pull out the giant thesaurus I have sitting on my desk. I try to make it like a game. How many words can I string together before getting back to the same word. Or I like to see how far I can stray from the original word I looked up. Yeah, I’m a total nerd.

2. Make words lists. Post-Its are pretty much my best friend. One of my college professors once had us do an exercise where we were given a product and then had 5 minutes to write every single word that popped into our head. The goal was to fill as many sheets of paper as possible, so you didn’t have time to dwell on each specific word. And it worked. Everyone in the class ended up with really clever ideas they hadn’t thought of before.

3. Avoid over-thinking. I tend to do it way too often. If you’re too critical of your ideas, it might hinder the creative process. When in doubt, write it out, even if it seems silly. You never know where that thought might lead you. Plus, sometimes it helps to clear your mind of the crazies.

4. If time isn’t an issue, put the project aside and try again later. That’s usually the best time to sneak in a little surf of the Internet. Sometimes catching up on celebrity gossip helps you think, right?

5. Doodle. I personally tend to favor palm trees, flowers and fun geometric patterns showing off all the colors of the Sharpie rainbow. I never quite got over my love of coloring.

But tonight, none of them seemed to work. So I thought I’d cure my writer’s block by just writing about writer’s block. And in the meantime, see how many times I could write the word “write” in a post. Write, write, write!

Do any of you have any cures for writer’s block? If so, go ahead and share with the class. Happy writing everyone!

Growing up we were always encouraged to go outside and play rather than sit in front of the TV all day. Granted the only shows we ever watched (or that existed) were Mickey Mouse Club, Romper Room, and Sesame Street. However, in Long Island this week staying in to watch TV paid off!

A young girl saved the life of her friend who was choking on gum during choir practice. She reacted quickly when she saw her friend struggling to breathe remembering an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants. She gave her friend the Heimlick maneuver and the gum flew out of her mouth.

Moral of the story? Although kids can be extremely energetic, talk back, never listen, break rules, and a hundred other things that can drive us crazy they are still amazing and will always surprise us. Now if only they wouldn’t chew gum in class…

In my opinion, being a PR Working Girl can be summed up in one word: waiting.

You’d think the hard part would be getting the reporter/editor/blogger interested in your clients’ news, but no, I think I’ve been doing this long enough that I am pretty confident I can pitch anything you could throw at me (but that’s not a challenge). The hardest part of my job is waiting, sometimes months, for that dang reporter/editor/blogger to keep his/her end of the bargain and publish something, dang it. I mean, they said they would, right?

Although, it does makes getting a hit, i.e. press coverage, that much more sweeter. It’s almost always worth that agonizing wait and knashing of teeth, hair pulling, horribly frightening dreams about work and all that …

So since I do a lot of waiting, I think being a PR Working Girl has taught me a lot about patience. And I’m thankful for that.

(Sorry if this is all just jargon and boring to some of you, but just wanted to provide an inside peek into a PR Working Girl’s life for those who were interested.)

I am grateful for my career, and grateful that I have become a more patient person because of it. And because I am also working on perfecting the art of the “follow-up,” which is basically applying your best negotiation skills, I have pretty much learned how to get my own way 99% of the time outside of work, hee hee. Don’t tell that to my husband, though. Ah, you just can’t put a price on the art of the “spin.”

Is there anything you guys want to know about what it’s like to work in the PR industry? Anyway, if you want to leave a comment with your question(s) I’d be happy to address them in my next post (my blogging shift here is on Fridays or Saturdays). Or if not, tell me instead, what life lessons has your Working Girl career taught you?

Sometimes, I think it’s kinda nice to stop and think about our jobs as more than just what pays the bills.

Confession: I cry. A lot. Every time I get sad, happy, stressed, overwhelmed, frustrated, angry or see that Folger’s commercial with the daughter who just got engaged, my eyes instantly well up.

But when it comes to work, I pride myself in my ability to keep my composure. I have cried exactly 4 times at the office in my career thus far. (Outside the office? That’s a whole different story.) The first time was personal. The second time was over a highly stressful miscommunication, and despite my stress, I managed to let only a couple tears slip out. The third time was when I gave my two weeks notice at my last job. I didn’t even have my words out before I burst into tears in front of my boss, leaving him really uncomfortable and totally freaked out.

Unfortunately, none of those compared to the fourth time. It took place only a few short weeks ago, just as I was reaching the limit of my stress threshold after months of frustration and anxiety over fitting in at my new company. So when my boss asked me to meet with her, I knew I was hovering at the peak of my emotional rollercoaster, only one tiny push away from plummeting over the edge. When she admitted that a bunch of my coworkers had commented on my stress level, I felt the tears well up. As she went on to explain that it was time I started managing my stress better, I burst into tears. But not pretty little graceful tears. It was like Niagara Falls had temporarily relocated to my face. What was worse, I couldn’t catch my breath so I sounded like I was hyperventilating. It was mortifying, and the more embarrassed I got, the more I struggled to breathe.

After a few minutes, I pulled myself together, collected myself in the bathroom, and vowed to never let it happen again. My boss was totally cool about it and felt so bad that she stressed me out even more. But it turns out the breakdown was exactly what I needed. Now that I’m over the emotional part, I’ve been much more focused and organized. And even better, I feel way more comfortable with my boss and coworkers now.

So naturally, after my mini breakdown, I just had to Google the whole crying-at-work topic to make sure I wasn’t the only one to ever well up at work. Thankfully, I’m not. Look what I found…

True Stories of Crying at Work
Check out this great Marie Claire article to commiserate with other Working Girls who’ve fallen victim to emotion. Don’t worry—tears can have a bright side!

The Dos and Don’ts of Crying at Work
Forbes created a straightforward little slideshow about the best way to tackle tears at the office. Remember: Just breathe.

And just to add my two cents, if you notice a coworker who looks like she’s upset, don’t ask her if she’s okay. When I’m upset about something, that question is like the nail in my composure coffin. It’s okay to express concern, but there’s something about asking if I’m okay that sets me off all over again. Or maybe that’s just me…

On a personal note, thanks for all the well wishes and advice and everything! We are both so excited!

I am dedicating this week’s post fully to my friends Phoebe and Cara over at “Big Girls, Small Kitchen: A Guide To Quarter-Life Cooking”. They are dedicating this special treat to children with cancer. See it for yourself in their kitchen, where buying cookies can help save lives, literally.

I always thought it would be interesting to walk down a row of cubicles and survey each person’s (preferably, the working girls’) to-do listing systems. Seriously, wouldn’t that be fun? Think of how much you’d learn about someone that way.

My guess is that every working girl organizes her day differently. But how? Does she color code using her rainbow pen and highlighter collection? Does she make neat little boxes to the left of each to-do item so at the end of the day, she can put a satisfying check mark in it when completed? Or, does she type out her to-do’s in a Word doc, not exactly list-style, but instead with everything organized by sub-category? In fact, this makes me laugh, but there was this one VP at my first job who would write things she needed to do or remember on post-it notes and have them spread out all over her office floor! But hey, I’m not one to judge. If it works, it works.

Unfortunately for me, I suck at making lists. My “system” consists of writing down what I think needs to get done on any given piece of paper, preferably in a notebook, but the problem is that I have paper lying around everywhere and there’s usually more than one notebook lying around too. And I have terrible handwriting. Ugh. So because I have several notebooks and pieces of paper lying around, I end up getting lists mixed up or I’m unable to find something important I’ve written down. Sometimes I get so fed up with my lists that I’ve even gone down the dangerous path of not writing anything down at all and just going through what needs to get done … by memory. No, not good.

I really think making a to-do list is a real live talent and skill, and in my case, probably something that takes a lot of patience. The ultimate goal of making a list may be to help you become organized, but I think list-making itself takes considerable organization to begin with.

Somehow, I’ve managed to survive being a working girl these past five or so years with horrible list-making skills. Oh, sometimes I’ll have good days and actually go as far as not losing a list and writing down times next to each item telling me when to start and stop a project, or I’ll keep my lists written down in a planner for a few weeks, but I’m in no way consistent. I need a system that jives with me, something that fits me, you know? I’m craving it!!

I’d love some tips from you ladies. What helps you create and stick to a to-do list? In your opinion, what are some fail-safe list-making manuevers? And, is there any way to make it fun?

Other than my regular Sunday night episode of The Tudors, I rarely pay attention to what’s on TV. But somehow, I channel surfed my way into a show that reminds me of a train wreck; its so gruesome that you want to turn away but sheer intrigue keeps you glued to your seat. The show is Hoarders on A&E and though I can’t even begin to guess the scheduled date or time it airs, when I happen to come upon it while randomly checking the channels, I get a little giddy.

Hoarders features people who, for various reasons, have this uncontrollable desire to get and keep stuff. This stuff accumulates overtime until their whole lives are completely and utterly controlled by this stuff. I’m talking piles of stuff years high. Whole rooms inaccessible because of floor to ceiling stuff. One woman had filled her entire home and bought the house next door to start filling it as well.

Everyone featured is at some end-stage level where they are about to have their home condemned or their loved ones have threatened to cut them off so its more of an intervention show than plain old exploitation. Therapists specializing in hoarders are called in to help assess the situation, move the hoarder to a point where letting go of the stuff won’t cause a meltdown and then volunteers pour in to clear out the mess.

I’ve seen more than one home that I would have just let be torn down rather than go through the hassle of cleaning them out. During the clean up of one elderly Louisiana woman’s home, carcasses of dead cats were unearthed as they began clearing layer after layer of pure garbage that had collected over the years. One guy’s front door couldn’t even open all the way because of the huge mountains of stuff in the way. To actually go inside, he had to CLIMB the mountains of stuff!

Honestly, I can understand how an elderly person with no local assistance could end up suffocating in a home piled with stuff but some of these folks are way younger than elderly and, at first glance, appear to be normal, well adjusted members of society, holding down jobs, taking vacations, having relationships, etc. Then they roll the footage of their home and reality shifts tremendously. At this point, my forehead furrows. How is that possible? The guy with the mountains of stuff that I mentioned was ex-navy, looked a little like Christopher Reeves and had a girlfriend who had never been to his home! He always stayed at her place was a meticulous housekeeper while there. He finally agreed to let her see the place during the show and, just as I suspected, her jaw dropped, a look of horror/confusion flashed across her face and she left him. I would have done the same thing. To me, for someone to exhibit behavior like that, something must be mentally unstable. For lack of better word, its CRAZY! And who wants to be laying in bed next to a crazy person every night?

Anyway, since I’ve been watching this show, its made me super aware of my own home and the things I keep in it. A few days of letting laundry pile up in the chair in bedroom and I panic. Oh no, I’m becoming a hoarder! I throw things away at record speed rather than letting the mail pile up on the counter for weeks. I’m terrified that one day I’ll wake up into a nightmare similar to one of those featured on the show.

Well, today, for the first time, I took a look around my office/cubicle and saw the piles of paper, the outdated folders, several days worth of coffee mugs and a styrofoam cup from a fast food lunch from weeks ago. Like those hoarders, I had cleared a bit of work space, just around the keyboard and to my right to actually work in but the entire surface of the desk was obscured by . . . STUFF!

Noooooooo . . .

Tomorrow, I’ve vowed to march in there and clear the mess but I’m intimidated and overwhelmed. I’ve never used a real filing system! I print out nearly every email that requires an action so that I won’t forget it. I have copies of proposals mixed in with articles that I printed to read later, memos rendered soggy from leaning against drink cups, a storage cabinet full of 2008 Christmas cards and bottles of lotion accumulated after birthdays and holidays. I don’t know where to begin but I’ve got to slay this dragon immediately before they create a spin-off show in my honor: Hoarders: Office Edition!

Any REALISTIC organization tips are welcome and appreciated. I cannot order new furniture but I can order new accessories; bins, hanging thingies, etc. And I do have a soft walled cubicle which is now push-pinned to capacity with my childrens’ artwork and school schedules, old to new travel itineraries, birthday cards, random memos and a deskpad calendar which I decided to hang to save desk space (ha!).

Well, I’m back. I apologize for being MIA last week, but I have a good reason. I promise. You see, in the last 9 days my life has become a bubbling fountain of excitement, giddy giggles, nonstop smiles, nervous butterflies and a tiny bit of stress. Why is that? Well it could be because I used my first vacation days of 2010. But I have a feeling it’s most likely because I got engaged last weekend.

Ahh! I’ve been dying to shout it from the rooftops! I’ve been living on Cloud 9 for days, which is really fun in theory, but not when work is the busiest it’s ever been and I’ve had to run around like a hyper, confused fly caught in the blinds (you know, when they keep buzzing and fluttering and running into things). Don’t my coworkers know I’m supposed to be floating away in a bubble of bliss right now? Geesh!

Just kidding. I’m not that girl. Well…not on the outside, at least. You see, I still haven’t quite found my niche in the office. At my old job, I had my little group that I shared everything with, but now I only have a few acquaintances. And I really, really don’t want to scare them off with my excessive giddiness. At least not yet.

So now I’m trying to find the balance between being a gleeful bride-to-be and being the still-somewhat-new kid on the cubicle block. I really don’t want to turn my new coworkers off. And I certainly don’t want to become that ridiculous wedding-planning girl who has seating charts and swatches and business cards up the wazoo on her desk. I’ve worked with girls like that before and it was not fun to be around. At all.

But last Friday, I realized how easy it was to become one of those girls. I somehow caught myself in a whirlwind of frenzied date-setting, and I had random secretaries, planners and even a priest calling me nonstop. I tried to whisper into my phone, but even that sounded like screaming in my library-like office. I made all my calls super quick, but with a small family emergency thrown in the mix, my phone was ringing off the hook. Within a few minutes, I became the girl I didn’t want to be. And that was only a week into the engagement. Yikes. I’m pretty sure my not-so-nice cubemate is going to tell on me (yeah, he totally would do that. Pfft.).

At least I had my wake-up call early. And please note, it was a slow afternoon. I definitely wouldn’t jeopardize my new job. I’m a sensible girl! But I also know that over the next few months, wedding-related phone calls will be necessary, especially with the long days I’ve been putting in lately. So how do I do it? How can I be discreet at work? And how do I share my excitement without annoying my coworkers? I’m sure many of you have been there before, so I’d love to hear your advice. And for those of you who haven’t, I’m sure you have plenty of stories about wedding-obsessed corporate bridezillas. So let’s hear them!