Some of the most common advice I get is to 'apply for everything', so, I did. Needless to say I was not expecting a phonecall five minutes after I had applied at 8pm asking me to describe what the PR industry is about.
The stupid thing is I know what it is, well roughly at least, but I was so taken aback that anybody had even called and so quickly, I got flustered and turned into a repetitive, babbling fool. I tried to think on my feet and completely fell down.
On being told by the woman on the end of the phone that she had 'already spoken to other candidates who had more of a grasp of PR', I just felt that crushing realisation that to find a serious job you have to treat the searching as a job itself. Having no quick and witty answers stuffed up my sleeve is not going to work. Still I maintain, it is unfair to catch one so completely off guard.
As always, I was quickly struck down by heaps of self-loathing and punished myself by truly believing that I am useless and stupid. I think, at least I hope, that this is a common feeling among struggling graduates and that I am not really doomed to failure because of the occasional negative tendancies.
After a run in the rain and some more weeping I decided to go to sleep. Needless to say, I was back to my usual self the next day and fully prepared for another day of chopping vegetables and mixing sandwich fillings, wahaaay!
On the bus back from school when I was about thirteen, I asked a friend what word she would use to describe me. After a little thought, she decided 'honest' was most appropriate. From that moment on I prided myself on having this strong, and often feared, trait. I genuinely believe that it is the best policy. When you are honest, people know where they stand; honesty, ultimately, makes good things happen and that is what I aim for when writing this blog.
So, even though I read Derrida's theories (and Baudrillard and Foucault and Marx and Freud) I'm not too ashamed to admit that I have absolutely no recollection of their ideas at all! Although, having said that, nobody could forget Freud and his Oedipus complex babble. It only remained in my head because it amused me. Enough of it has clung in the recesses of my mind to allow me to have an opinion on something supposedly academic.
Freud? Yeah, he was a nutter!
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