Blog Author Mellissah Smith - Page 129

Thinking that your leadership team need to go out and get some fresh air? Then head to Byron Bay, one of Australia’s most beautiful destinations where management teams can think more freely and enjoy the sunshine, beaches and bushland.

I read blogs every day. Some are good, some are terrible. It still amazes me though that the ones that are visited frequently, like Marketing Eye’s blog, tend to have information that is relevant to its target audience.

It can happen! All it takes is a good hard look at your brand, your value proposition and how you are communicating it to the market – and of course, a Marketing Eye.

Some things don’t just look delicious – they are! Here is one of my favourite shops at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. If you have a few Euros left in your pocket, be sure to pick up some of these sweets that are truly mouth watering. Their packaging also makes for the perfect gift.

Bonjour! Yes, I have been in Paris, doing a bit of business and enjoying the beautiful Autumn Parisan weather.

Like many people that have travelled to the city of love, I am totally besotted by its beauty and the promises it holds for anyone that visits.

Marketing Eye is offering businesses the opportunity to have their own Marketing team and a website created for $500 per week.

When I speak to any really good communicator, and ask them what is their secret, they always say that they listen.

Listening to what your customers, staff, friends and family need to say to you, whether it is positive or negative is often the most powerful thing you can do.

Last week I met with an innovative company that has worked with a client of mine in the IT and Sustainability sector on developing technologies to better manage processes within the organisation.

Friday is the last day of the working week. Many of us spend our entire week willing it to come sooner and when it finally arrives we are not sure quite what to do.

My earliest memory of my birthday is when I was 7 years old and I thought my Mum and Dad had forgotten my birthday. I was devastated.