I wouldn't swap it. Yet, I want more. Extracting the callousness, I see those from my past gaining permanent positions of note & I think, fuck. How did this happen? I have skillz (!); I am the PR Assistant package; first one in, last one out, knowledge of each facet of the public relations industry and I remain an intern.
Life is cruel.
Still, I'm leaving my current mundane, yet kooky, role for a challenge. From frying a goldfish to a carp.
It's with a relatively new boutique on Kingly Court. I'm the PR.
I like the sound of it.
Downside is it's unpaid & I'm the PR. The sole PR.
I've ideas, plans for look books, social media and press coverage. Yet, my contacts and complete know-how lack.
Either way, I don't like fish. I prefer bacon.
Plus this Greek sonny jim said a while back; 'You gotta have faith'. Bring it.