The Perfect Excuse

With only five of us working in the office, finding donations means we have to appeal to other offices. Our office is in a five story glass building, where people scurry in and out. It's possible to work and never know who's on the floor above you. We hadn't explored much of the rest of the building, and I'm sure that none of them knew that here in Suite 330 was a surgeon with twenty years experience taking care of cancer.

Last week, I wrote a letter on letterhead to the other medical practices. Kaity Marie, Rosa, Amy and I signed it. The letter and materials were politely accepted, but no one knows who we are. There's a soft malaise in the offices, a reluctance to hop aboard without knowing us. It's clear: If I hit them up just once, they'll forget. I have to make it fun but not overwhelm them.

So this offered the perfect excuse to meet everyone, not once, but at least four times. No pleading, just give them useful information about breast cancer. I looked at the calendar. Two more weeks! Each office is going to get a poster of Pierce Brosnan this Monday and Thursday as well as the same two days next week.

Over the weekend I worked on a series of flyers, the first is posted here. Using the event materials link found on the Denim Day site, I downloaded the ad. Ah, the irish sense of humor comes through! I covered his face, except his eyes. Guess who's wearing denim, indeed! Each successive flyer of Pierce will reveal more of his face.

This is going to be fun!