Full-service PR and digital marketing agency RMS is based in Altrincham and works with clients of all sizes to help them connect with consumers.
Founder Ruth Shearn launched the agency in 1991, and the company – and industry – has come a long way over the course of 30 years. RMS now works with clients which include the NHS, Swizzels, Hiscox, Pimm’s and Warburtons.
Having originally founded the agency in her back bedroom and grown it into the company it is today, in recent years Ruth appointed an MD for RMS and stepped back to an extent, but the arrival of COVID has seen her return to a more hands-on role.
We found out what a recent week in her life looked like…
Monday
Some people start their working week on a Sunday evening – not me. I’ll be with Rick, my ‘husband’ – we’re not married but “partner” sounds so ambivalent – and our daughter Alexis, watching TV. Before switching my iPhone off to recharge, I check my diary to see the time of my first meeting.
Monday starts with a cup of tea in bed while I scroll through the news. Obviously, it’s important to keep abreast of what’s going on in the world but this routine is also valuable for providing ideas we can use for clients.
I usually get to my kitchen table – my workstation for the past year – around 9:15am, invariably dressed like a news presenter (smart on top, leggings and trainers below).
After checking my inbox, I turn to my to-do list, which I’ll have written out by hand on Friday – no software can replace the feeling of crossing something out with a Sharpie – and get stuck in. I make no apologies for being a ‘late starter’ for one simple reason – once I start, I barely come up for air.
A couple of years ago, I appointed an MD to take care of the ‘business’ side of things. It was a great decision, and means I’m free to focus on what I love and do best – working on client accounts. Today starts with drafting a press release for Matrix247 – I know this will be of interest to regional business press, but to ensure the story is picked up by publications in key target sectors, I work on multiple versions, all with slightly different news angles.
Then it’s time for our daily management meeting. Our heads of digital, creative, web dev and consumer PR all give brief updates on workloads, while I cover what’s going on in the B2B PR team. MD Mike updates us all on business in general. Invariably, I work through lunch and snack on something in front of my computer. I know, I know!
In the afternoon, having drafted an article and e-shot about the Manchester Legal Awards, I sign off several graphics created by our design team to promote the event on social media.
The afternoon is peppered with calls and emails from clients and colleagues. Today is a big day as the gyms have reopened. At 6:30pm, I drag myself from the table, put on my sweatshirt and head off to Total Fitness, where I run 5km while listening to a podcast – currently ‘Obsessed with Line of Duty’ – and lift some weights.
Before going to sleep, I check the headlines, send myself an email if they spark any interest, do the crossword and read a couple of chapters of the latest book on my bedside table (generally a crime novel, never one about business).
Tuesday
I can hack early mornings when needed. Today started with a 7:30am Teams call with the new global CEO of a long-standing client. He was keen to discuss the marketing strategy we’d formulated before his arrival to check that it still fitted with his priorities. It was a great meeting and our ideas dovetailed well.
The intensity of this first meeting was offset with some mindless routine admin, and the realisation that it wasn’t even 9am!
Time to read through the latest investment document from one of our private equity clients. At 100-plus pages, this is no mean feat! Notes made and desk research completed, I’m pretty much up-to-speed with the company they’re about to back. Salient points identified, I draft a release about the deal and begin the task of securing approval from everyone involved in the transaction. For someone who still struggles to read accounts, I adore financial PR.
Today’s management meeting was rudely interrupted by Otto, our kitten, who stepped on my keyboard and disconnected me. Recently, he’s shown a remarkable ability for sending emails, too, so who knows what his future has in-store.
Back-to-back calls in the afternoon – and before I know it, it’s 6:30pm and time to step onto a tennis court for the first time in 45 years! The lesson goes rather better than expected and I’m pretty chuffed to hear that I have a strong backhand.