May 25, 2015

Bring me story dreams

Yesterday was one of those weird days where suddenly I saw things in a new light. That or grad school is taking over my life.

I went to see Pitch Perfect 2 with friends (which is absolutely hilarious) and kept thinking in the back of my head how it's a good example of balancing a cast of characters with individual traits. And dang if that retreat didn't remind me of the team skills class I had and the ropes course we did. When we leaving, we also had to try out a VR game set up in the lobby. We got to pretend to be T-1000s from the Terminator franchise.


There were other women there, telling us how to operate the game and sending us videos of how we did. And it was only after I left did I realize they must have been marketing reps.  I should have run back to ask what company they worked for, if only to not apply there now that I'm looking. I mean, yeah, I want to promote movies and this was a cool promotion, but I don't want to spend hours hanging out in a theater lobby. I want to think up the ideas and then sic the job on interns ^_^ 

This was a cool idea to think up: direct, engaging, shareable.  I can see the kids swarm on Saturday afternoons.


And then, while shopping at Target, the words "premium price product" came out of my mouth talking about dipping oil and I freaked myself out. Cuz who talks like that? Me. Me, apparently.

It feels like school is creeping in everywhere. I watch Game of Thrones and I think Dani, you have such terrible PR skills. I read a sports story and I think school caption, you have the makings of an excellent manager. I see an add and I think that goes against the current public brand image, what do they think they're doing? I even mull over the arrangement of my grocery store and glare at my Starbucks app when I realize how locked-in it has me. I judge start-ups (and there's a lot here in San Francisco) on where they lie in a variety of business strategy models and predict whether they will start or fail, if something I hearing about now will be mainstream enough for my Dad to hear about. 

But I didn't realize that just thinking about it would mean jargon rich conversations with friends instead of discussing the movie we had just seen.

I miss the days when my head was full of stories.

Almost done Gwen, you graduate in August. And then you can write away.

2 comments:

  1. Being the person who has the ideas is much better than being on your feet for 8 hours trying to get people to listen to them! August? You're almost there :-)

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    1. An almost that seems so far away and so close at the same time.

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