Let me just start off by clarifying, for those who might stumble upon this blog thinking it might have to do with something naughty and/or PCP, it doesn't. PCP stands for Professional Communication & Presentation, and this blog is for class, and my alliteration name is Naughty Nadia, and no, I'm not naughty, but Nadia is pretty much pronounced naughty-uh.
Anyways, I went to a Career Services workshop the other day, and they were talking about On-Campus Recruiters. Someone asked how they should dress if they had an interview. I half expected them to say to "dress professionally", but they didn't. They just said to be nicely dressed, and the Director for Career services said that the way a person is dressed is either a compliment or an insult to whoever their meeting with. They also suggested to look into the company that they might interview with and see what kind of company they are, for example the CIA and Nickelodeon for example would dress a lot differently (I'd assume), and to dress a step above how we think the recruiters might dress.
They told us about a student who had an interview and had just finished skateboarding and didn't have enough time to go home to clean up. He fortunately had a change of clothes in his car the was more appropriate then the torn up jeans and a sweaty shirt he skated with. He had his interview and the company really liked his work and his personality, but later complained that they work closely together and he smelled.
In class we also talked about the different types of communication and we had to analyze a conversation we wrote out in the serpentine/atomic model. The conversation I wrote out was one I had with my boyfriend one night. I was asleep and he called me in the middle of the night and woke me up, but apparently I said something that had to do with my dream because I thought it was real life. The day before we had the confusing phone conversation, my photo teachers we’re telling us we had to be confident and the courage to walk up to people we didn’t know and ask to photograph them. So in my conversation with my boyfriend, as soon as I answered the phone I told him he needed to get the courage to talk to other people, because that’s what we were talking about in the dream. For about ten minutes or so we both had our own understandings of the conversation. I thought the dream and the conversation in the dream went on to my real life conversation, while he was thinking that I was telling him to talk to other people and see other people as in our relationship. After a while of confusion, and him arguing and telling me he had no idea what I was talking about, I realized that I started that conversation because of something I saw him do while we spoke (in my dream) so it was obvious he didn’t understand what I was talking about because I clearly couldn’t have seen him do something if he’s over 200 miles away. I apologized, but now we know if he calls me in the middle of the night and I’m talking nonsense, it’s probably because I’m still in dreamland.
Intrapersonal Communication means communicating with oneself. I do that, a lot. I often think of what I might say to people, whether I end up saying it or not. I walk around blowing bubbles or thinking of songs or anything that makes me happy, and I get a goofy smile on my face. Then I start to think about how weird I must look to random people that walk passed me, and it makes me laugh, and then I think how stupid I am for laughing and that people might think I’m crazy or something, but I have a good time. I keep laughing at myself, and things that cross my mind. Sometimes I think what I might say to people if they questioned me.
I took a psychology course in High School, and we learned about some physical things people do when they lie, or are uncomfortable in certain situations. And you can tell a lot about a person by their body language when you talk to them. People communicate even if they don’t say a word.
This morning I was in class and we had a speaker come in to talk to us about photography. I had an itch on my face and she asked if she was boring us with her talk. She must have interpreted my actions as being bored and wanting to leave he presentation, but I just had an itch on my face! I was really interested with what she had to say and the work she showed us. Later on I looked up at the time and I thought to myself, if I was the lady then now I would think I was boring the class, but I just didn’t know what time it was. I guess now that I think about it subconsciously I wanted to know the time so I could leave and run some errands I had before having to go to work, but at the moment I guess it’s just a habit of looking at the time. I didn’t want to be disrespectful though or have her think I didn’t want to be there. I’m glad I went to class because now I can give her a call and go with her when she photographs events.
That’s enough for my PCP rant for now. If something exciting happens I’ll keep you posted.