Presented my second speech at Toastmasters this evening. This was Project number two from the Competent Communicators handbook, and the challenge of this one was to formulate a speech that had a clear opening and closing, good transitions from point to point, and a well organized format.
I decided to use one of the ideas that had popped into my head at an earlier meeting. It's a topic I have a great deal of interest in, but had never really thought of it as something that could be of use or interest to others. I'll consider this one of the many lessons Toastmasters will teach me: that no matter how basic and simple you may think something is, there are people who can benefit from the knowledge, and especially from your own unique spin on it.
Judging from the responses I got on the evaluation forms people handed me, and on the formal evaluation I was given by a fellow member, I've improved a little in my delivery and voice modulation since my first speech (probably just because I'm not as terrified as I was the first time!). My strengths appear to be in the writing/language of my speeches, and in the humour I inject here and there. My biggest weakness so far has been my voice. I don't breathe properly when I speak, so I run out of air and it all goes downhill from there. And I guess, this time, I was fiddling with a paperclip that had held my notes together, so I got called on that. I didn't even realized I'd been doing that!
AND! I won another Best Speech award for this one. Unfortunately, it was another tie, so I still haven't won overall for the night. That'll be my goal for my next speech. As with the first time I won, I was presenting on the same night as someone else who had chosen an almost sure-to-win topic. The first time it was a story about a personal experience with the 9/11 World Trade Centre disaster, and tonight it was a different speaker speaking about HIV/AIDS. Both very heavy-duty topics, especially compared to what I was speaking on. I have to admit though, both tying speeches were very good.
So...here's my speech!...
Making Email Work for You
If you're like me, you conduct a lot of your business by email these days. It's a great tool! I love it. It's less intrusive than a phone call, and you can take all the time you want to compose it so that you say what you have to say in exactly the right way.
The only problem is that so many people don't bother to take that time. I call these people "Eds" (Email Dunces). An Ed will shoot off hurried message that I need to read five times to figure out the point. Or he'll write a novel-length explanation of something that I have to wade through with a rake and metal detector just to find out what he wants. At best, I'll phone him for clarification. At worst, I'll just ignore the email.
At the other end of the spectrum are the Eds who don't read or reply to emails carefully. They refuse to read past the first sentence. They only answer one of the three questions I asked. They answer in incomplete, inexplicable ways that force me to make a phone call for clarification.
And then there are those people who show up at the door to your office just as the email they just sent pops into your inbox, and ask you "Did you get my email?" That was Gary.
...I'm not even going to go there.
Of these three scenarios the only one you really have any control over is how you compose your own emails. I've spent a lot of time developing strategies to make my work emails more effective, and judging by the replies I get to my emails, I must be doing something right! So herewith, I give to you, the Patti Principals of Email.
First and most important: Keep it short! No one has time these days to read a newspaper article, let alone a long, rambling email. You don't even need to use proper sentences. Take advantage of point form...it's quick, to the point and easy for the recipient to digest. If you must have multiple paragraphs, keep each paragraph as short as possible, and put an extra line space between them. Nothing is more off-putting to someone who already has too much to do than opening an email and seeing a sea of unbroken text.
TWO: Choose a subject! Never leave the subject line blank. Compose a very obvious subject line - it'll help the recipient find the correct email later on if he needs to. Don't make your subject line "I have a question." Make it "Question about next week's deadline."
THREE: Always be professional! Your work email is no place for jokes, internet shortforms like LOL or emoticons. Remember that the words you write represent you and your company as much as your attitude on the telephone or the way you shake someone's hand.
FOUR: Get to the point! This is not a short story, you don't need to keep the good stuff for the end. Put the most important information right at the beginning of the email. Don't force the recipient to read all the way to the bottom to find out the purpose of your email.
FIVE: One thing at a time! Try to stick to only one subject or question per email. I have found that if I talk about more than one topic or ask more than one question in a single email, I'll usually only get a response about the first thing. I have gotten into the habit of sending separate emails for each topic I want to cover, even if they're all going to the same person. It may be a little annoying to them to get three emails from you in the space of ten minutes, but I can almost guarantee you they will respond to them all, or at least respond to all three emails with one reply that covers all three questions.
SIX: Get answers! If you absolutely must ask more than one question in a single email, make sure you get an answer to all of them by stating up front how many questions you have, and let your reader know that you need an answer to all of them. Then NUMBER the questions. Numbering not only forces you to keep your email to the point, but it allows you and your correspondent to keep things organized when discussing the questions either by email or verbally.
SEVEN: Proof read!! As I said before, your email represents you to those people you write to. You want to make a good impression, so always always always proofread your message at least once before hitting send. A spell check is always a good idea too. If the email is important enough, get someone else to read it over too, before you send it off.
A well-composed, easy to respond to email is a very powerful business tool that can help you build business, strength client relationships, get brownie points with your boss, and make your workday much more efficient and productive.
There are about a hundred more ways to make both business and personal emailing more effective. But there's really only one you need to remember. That is that, as in so many other things, the KISS principle applies: Keep it simple sweetheart.
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Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
My Toastmasters Icebreaker Speech
Tonight I delivered a real speech, for the first time in my entire life. As a new Toastmaster, your first speech is called the Icebreaker...for obvious reasons. The goal of the speech is to give your audience a sense of who you are, and to get your first taste of delivering a speech in front of an audience. This is a perfect topic for one's first speech, as what topic do you know better than yourself?
For me, the most difficult part was deciding what approach to take. For a while, I thought about talking about being raised by a single mom, and that there can actually be benefits to it, such as gaining a self-reliant and independent nature. But I rejected that idea as too serious, and also dangerously likely to skirt too close to emotional territory that might make it difficult for me to maintain my composure.
Like the topic I finally settled on, when I came up with the idea for my speech, it instantly felt like the right approach. I decided to talk about how my four different surnames have framed the stages of my life. And it worked like a charm. It wrote easily, although wound up at ten minutes on my first practice, so I had to trim it down considerably. In some places, I had to "murder my darlings" ...a writer's expression meaning you have to edit out some of your favourite parts.
I didn't think I'd be too nervous about delivering the speech. And, in fact, I wasn't. Beforehand. I started out well, hardly referring to my notes at all (I was VERY proud of myself about that). I made lots of eye contact. I kept my vocal expression varied and bright. But about halfway through, I started noticing I was feeling nervous. I could tell that I wasn't breathing properly and started shaking a little. But I soldiered on and finished the speech...well within my time limit of 7 minutes, and headed back to my seat with the applause of the audience bouying me up.
LOL...but when I got to my seat, my legs almost collapsed under me as I sat down. Oh MAN...I was shaking like a leaf!!! I haven't trembled that badly since...geeze... I don't know! I told the guy next to me how shaky I was and he said he couldn't even tell, so that was good.
And you know what?? I tied for first place!! Yahoooooo!!!
Not only that, but tonight I was formally inducted as a member of Toastmasters International. They gave me a certificate and a nice little lapel pin (which I must remember to keep in my purse and wear at every opportunity).
So...you wanna "hear" my speech? Here it is...the mostly unedited version before I murdered my darlings. I wish I could have had it video-taped...but at least I'll always have the words.
TOASTMASTERS ICEBREAKER SPEECH
Patti Moran, October 7, 2008
BY ANY OTHER NAME
How many people in this room have ever changed their last name?
Some of the women will have changed their name through marriage. Most of the men will never change their names and go through their entire lives with the same last name. I’ve always envied that. Why? Because I’ve had FOUR LAST NAMES!
I’ve never changed my first or middle names though. I’m quite attached to those. My mother chose them for me. Mum named me Patti, even though she hates the name Patricia. So I’m a Patti, not a Patricia. I’ve been called Patti, Patsy, Pat, Pats, Trish, Patrish, Patricia, Trisha, Patti-cake, Patti-pie, Patti-poo, Sweets, Doll, Honey, hun, baby-cakes and, quite recently, do-do-head. (I drove all the way to Kanata last Wednesday for a meeting that isn't until tomorrow!)
When I was born, my full name was Patti Elaine White. White was my father’s name, of course. That was the typical thing to do back in 1959.
But when I was six, my parents got divorced and I became the original Latch-key Kid. My dad moved away and my mother took several jobs to support us. She had an occasional date on those rare evenings when she didn’t have to work. Practical woman that she is, she decided to save time and energy by marrying her boss, Jack Sherman.
So there we were, my little brother and I, with an absent father, a mother with a different name, and a step-father. Who had a step-father in 1965? None of the other kids I knew, that’s for sure.
By the time I went away to college I was thoroughly confused about who I was and what I should call myself. So one evening, probably suffering a double whammy of Teen angst and PMS, I phoned my step-dad and asked him to adopt me, and before the semester was out, I became Patti Sherman. When I went back to school in January, my photography teacher started calling me Tank.
Becoming a Sherman was the turning point from childhood to young adulthood. I spent the next 13 years as a Sherman, completing college, becoming a professional graphic designer, and looking for that very elusive thing called a long-term relationship. It didn’t take long, and when I was 23, I met the man who was to become my husband. Philip Gregson.
Having had a rather unconventional family life up to that point, I threw myself into marriage and my new family with gusto, right down to taking my husband’s last name. So, now I was Patti Gregson. I was delighted to be part of a large, traditional family with in-laws I loved, lots of new brothers to hang out with and, eventually, lots of nephews and nieces.
Sadly, the marriage didn’t stick. So, we got divorced and I started thinking about names again. For the first time, I had to decide for myself what my new name would be.
When I’m writing a new story or starting on a novel idea, the hardest part for me is not the writing. The hardest part by far is coming up with names for all my characters. So you can imagine my plight when it came to settling on a name for myself! Because I can assure you, I am NEVER changing my name again. I don’t care if I marry a Rockefeller.
The problem percolated in my mind for weeks and months. Potential names were everywhere. I could choose a name that fit my profession. What about a name that suits my personality? Or maybe just a name that would look great on a book jacket!
In my desperation, I even considered legally changing my name to my paternal grandmother’s maiden name. Her name was Nancy Cake. I could quite legitimately have called myself Patti Cake.
Ah, but I’m not that brave. I didn’t want to have to deal with the skeptical looks at the OHIP office or the badly controlled smirks when I told my colleagues I’d changed my name to Patti Cake. So I kept looking.
Something had clicked though, when I considered my grandmother’s maiden name. Why not choose a name from my own family’s history? Pilgrim was another one I liked. The Pilgrims are close cousins with the Cakes out in King’s Point, Newfoundland. I liked thinking of myself as a Pilgrim. I’d journeyed to BC with no job or home waiting for me, and journeyed back again with no possessions to my name but what I could fit in my Pontiac. But “Patti Pilgrim” was just too cutesy.
And then one evening as I sat at my computer thinking of something else entirely, it finally hit me. I almost cried from the perfection of it and I knew the moment it occurred to me that it would become my permanent, never-to-be-changed-for-any-reason new last name.
Moran.
It’s my mother’s maiden name, and the name of the people who helped her raise me after my parents’ divorce. It’s a name that has rung in my ears from the day I was born. So many of the people I love bear that name. I feel that it's my true name.
And it’s the name I will proudly wear as I move forward into this next phase of my life, in which I intend to find my true calling, my true love and my true self.
For me, the most difficult part was deciding what approach to take. For a while, I thought about talking about being raised by a single mom, and that there can actually be benefits to it, such as gaining a self-reliant and independent nature. But I rejected that idea as too serious, and also dangerously likely to skirt too close to emotional territory that might make it difficult for me to maintain my composure.
Like the topic I finally settled on, when I came up with the idea for my speech, it instantly felt like the right approach. I decided to talk about how my four different surnames have framed the stages of my life. And it worked like a charm. It wrote easily, although wound up at ten minutes on my first practice, so I had to trim it down considerably. In some places, I had to "murder my darlings" ...a writer's expression meaning you have to edit out some of your favourite parts.
I didn't think I'd be too nervous about delivering the speech. And, in fact, I wasn't. Beforehand. I started out well, hardly referring to my notes at all (I was VERY proud of myself about that). I made lots of eye contact. I kept my vocal expression varied and bright. But about halfway through, I started noticing I was feeling nervous. I could tell that I wasn't breathing properly and started shaking a little. But I soldiered on and finished the speech...well within my time limit of 7 minutes, and headed back to my seat with the applause of the audience bouying me up.
LOL...but when I got to my seat, my legs almost collapsed under me as I sat down. Oh MAN...I was shaking like a leaf!!! I haven't trembled that badly since...geeze... I don't know! I told the guy next to me how shaky I was and he said he couldn't even tell, so that was good.
And you know what?? I tied for first place!! Yahoooooo!!!
Not only that, but tonight I was formally inducted as a member of Toastmasters International. They gave me a certificate and a nice little lapel pin (which I must remember to keep in my purse and wear at every opportunity).
So...you wanna "hear" my speech? Here it is...the mostly unedited version before I murdered my darlings. I wish I could have had it video-taped...but at least I'll always have the words.
TOASTMASTERS ICEBREAKER SPEECH
Patti Moran, October 7, 2008
BY ANY OTHER NAME
How many people in this room have ever changed their last name?
Some of the women will have changed their name through marriage. Most of the men will never change their names and go through their entire lives with the same last name. I’ve always envied that. Why? Because I’ve had FOUR LAST NAMES!
I’ve never changed my first or middle names though. I’m quite attached to those. My mother chose them for me. Mum named me Patti, even though she hates the name Patricia. So I’m a Patti, not a Patricia. I’ve been called Patti, Patsy, Pat, Pats, Trish, Patrish, Patricia, Trisha, Patti-cake, Patti-pie, Patti-poo, Sweets, Doll, Honey, hun, baby-cakes and, quite recently, do-do-head. (I drove all the way to Kanata last Wednesday for a meeting that isn't until tomorrow!)
When I was born, my full name was Patti Elaine White. White was my father’s name, of course. That was the typical thing to do back in 1959.
But when I was six, my parents got divorced and I became the original Latch-key Kid. My dad moved away and my mother took several jobs to support us. She had an occasional date on those rare evenings when she didn’t have to work. Practical woman that she is, she decided to save time and energy by marrying her boss, Jack Sherman.
So there we were, my little brother and I, with an absent father, a mother with a different name, and a step-father. Who had a step-father in 1965? None of the other kids I knew, that’s for sure.
By the time I went away to college I was thoroughly confused about who I was and what I should call myself. So one evening, probably suffering a double whammy of Teen angst and PMS, I phoned my step-dad and asked him to adopt me, and before the semester was out, I became Patti Sherman. When I went back to school in January, my photography teacher started calling me Tank.
Becoming a Sherman was the turning point from childhood to young adulthood. I spent the next 13 years as a Sherman, completing college, becoming a professional graphic designer, and looking for that very elusive thing called a long-term relationship. It didn’t take long, and when I was 23, I met the man who was to become my husband. Philip Gregson.
Having had a rather unconventional family life up to that point, I threw myself into marriage and my new family with gusto, right down to taking my husband’s last name. So, now I was Patti Gregson. I was delighted to be part of a large, traditional family with in-laws I loved, lots of new brothers to hang out with and, eventually, lots of nephews and nieces.
Sadly, the marriage didn’t stick. So, we got divorced and I started thinking about names again. For the first time, I had to decide for myself what my new name would be.
When I’m writing a new story or starting on a novel idea, the hardest part for me is not the writing. The hardest part by far is coming up with names for all my characters. So you can imagine my plight when it came to settling on a name for myself! Because I can assure you, I am NEVER changing my name again. I don’t care if I marry a Rockefeller.
The problem percolated in my mind for weeks and months. Potential names were everywhere. I could choose a name that fit my profession. What about a name that suits my personality? Or maybe just a name that would look great on a book jacket!
In my desperation, I even considered legally changing my name to my paternal grandmother’s maiden name. Her name was Nancy Cake. I could quite legitimately have called myself Patti Cake.
Ah, but I’m not that brave. I didn’t want to have to deal with the skeptical looks at the OHIP office or the badly controlled smirks when I told my colleagues I’d changed my name to Patti Cake. So I kept looking.
Something had clicked though, when I considered my grandmother’s maiden name. Why not choose a name from my own family’s history? Pilgrim was another one I liked. The Pilgrims are close cousins with the Cakes out in King’s Point, Newfoundland. I liked thinking of myself as a Pilgrim. I’d journeyed to BC with no job or home waiting for me, and journeyed back again with no possessions to my name but what I could fit in my Pontiac. But “Patti Pilgrim” was just too cutesy.
And then one evening as I sat at my computer thinking of something else entirely, it finally hit me. I almost cried from the perfection of it and I knew the moment it occurred to me that it would become my permanent, never-to-be-changed-for-any-reason new last name.
Moran.
It’s my mother’s maiden name, and the name of the people who helped her raise me after my parents’ divorce. It’s a name that has rung in my ears from the day I was born. So many of the people I love bear that name. I feel that it's my true name.
And it’s the name I will proudly wear as I move forward into this next phase of my life, in which I intend to find my true calling, my true love and my true self.
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