This week I had a whirlwind trip to Ottawa to participate in a big (and rather crazy) press conference. (Thanks to the federal government for giving us more money to support hungry people in the middle of this food crisis.)
After spending a couple of days with government communicators again, I was reminded why I am no longer one of them. I never could get the “look” quite right – the well-coiffed hair, the well-pressed suit, the blackberry on the hip, the shiny high heeled shoes, a copy of the Globe and Mail tucked under the arm. I fit in alot better in a non-profit organization, where you’re expected to look like you just stepped off a plane from a developing country. I do “rumpled” really well!