Sandi in the City.
After over a year at Wyse the company gave me a corporate card; I know, I was afraid too. Why, you may ask, did they decide that I was responsible enough to be trusted with plastic gold? Not because they really wanted to, but because I needed to go on a trip with the client and they know my bank account can’t support things of this nature up-front (at least they should know – they pay me!).
I suppose that does show a level of trust. Allowing me to go on a trip, with a client, alone; I know, I was afraid too.
I was even more afraid of the expense report I would have to do at the end.
So there I was, shiny plastic in hand, ready to book my flight to NYC, terrified. I probably asked people above me 100+ questions including, but not limited to, any and everything that involved spending money over $200 and of course food related expenses. How would I know what to charge and what not to charge? What happens if I lose a receipt? Would if I charge something and then Wyse won’t cover it? Does that happen? WHAT IF I RUIN MY CREDIT BECAUSE I CANT PAY THE EXPENSES AND I END UP ON THE MEAN STREETS OF CLEVELAND? Ok, I might be over-dramatizing that one.
Basically, the answer I always got was: Use your brain and if you go on a shopping-spree you probably should use your own money.
So after much anticipation and grief, I booked my hotel and transportation then headed off to The Big Apple. Thankfully the trip was a complete success. You’d also be happy to know that I finished my expense report - I did it the day after I came back, probably the first and only time that will happen, and I haven’t gotten scolded for doing it wrong….yet.
So in honor of a successful trip for our PURELL® client’s Oscar related media buy and a night at PEOPLE Magazine Viewing party, here are a few pictures of my adventures in NYC.
The Office
Sitting in a cubicle was always my worst nightmare, beyond working for Michael Scott. I imagined a job in which I spent my time crunching numbers in a giant office space, white walls, tan cubes and neon lighting flickering overhead. Arrival time was 8:00 am sharp and departure time was 5:00 pm on-the-dot. Dress was business-professional, co-workers were only familiar faces and success was measure by how many tables I could out-put in a day.
Excuse me while I throw up a little.
Thankfully, I found advertising. I like to consider what we do in advertising the perfect mix of business and pleasure. Here at Wyse, I get to use my people skills and some of what I learned in college to help our clients successful grow their business; while at the same time I get to (not-so-successfully) engage in the things that help keep our creativity flowing. The non-business related events.
I would like to give you guys a little sneak peek into some of the events at Wyse these last few weeks. Be sure to keep notice of my track record:
Halloween party, can you guess who I am? (The judges couldn't, although I will mention they were from an outside agency. Loss #1)
Hand Turkey coloring contest: Within 5 minutes of it being announced by email, a co-worker came into my office and asked if I had colored pencils and markers he could borrow. I was making fun of him later for being the first person to post a picture. His rebuttal was "Well, isn't it sad that you were the first person I thought of when I needed coloring supplies?" Me 0, Jeff 1 
At least I paid attention in kindergarten - Not that it paid off, I still didn't win. (Loss #2 and #3)
Finally, Wyse participated in the 32Below/AAF Cleveland Can Castle competition Our objective was to collect as many cans as possible, build a structure and tweet our final product out with the hashtag #aafcleve #aafcancastle
As you can guess, we didn't win the contest (Loss #4) However, I am going to get all sentimental say we won in anyways. Our agency came together to collect hundreds of cans which were dropped off at the Cleveland Food Bank and will be making their way into better homes in time for the holidays.
So despite my many loses the last few weeks in our Wyse activities. I am still winning, because this is not my job:
