Where my life is exciting! And sucky! And weird!
You know real life is beginning to swallow you whole when you don't even have time for LJ.
The job is threatening to eat me alive. My two colleagues actually get on IM at night to talk about work. I foresee trouble ahead.
Me and my boss have very different ways of looking at handling journalists. He's a very old school journo and I'm the new school eat-you-for-breakfast type. Everytime he talks about 'leveraging on relationships' with journalists, it makes me want to scream.
Speaking of which, I hate the world 'leveraging'. And I want to murder whoever introduced the non-word 'impactful' to Malaysians. IT IS NOT A WORD, IT IS A SICKNESS!
I am beginning to think that though I like PR, I may not suit the bill for being a Malaysian PR practitioner. In other words, being someone utterly unoffensive. Not me. Na-uh. So let's see if I still have a job by end of this month.
Birthday was awesome, I quite like being 31. Especially as I don't really look it, hahaha.
Am producing a play that's staging in, oh, 9 weeks. I am having kittens about it. And I found out my director/scriptwriter...we first met when Wolf introduced her to me as his new girlfriend. OMG. The world. Is. Too. Small.
And I think I might be allergic to my new contact lenses.
Thank you, friends, for putting up with the sitcom that is my life.
The job is threatening to eat me alive. My two colleagues actually get on IM at night to talk about work. I foresee trouble ahead.
Me and my boss have very different ways of looking at handling journalists. He's a very old school journo and I'm the new school eat-you-for-breakfast type. Everytime he talks about 'leveraging on relationships' with journalists, it makes me want to scream.
Speaking of which, I hate the world 'leveraging'. And I want to murder whoever introduced the non-word 'impactful' to Malaysians. IT IS NOT A WORD, IT IS A SICKNESS!
I am beginning to think that though I like PR, I may not suit the bill for being a Malaysian PR practitioner. In other words, being someone utterly unoffensive. Not me. Na-uh. So let's see if I still have a job by end of this month.
Birthday was awesome, I quite like being 31. Especially as I don't really look it, hahaha.
Am producing a play that's staging in, oh, 9 weeks. I am having kittens about it. And I found out my director/scriptwriter...we first met when Wolf introduced her to me as his new girlfriend. OMG. The world. Is. Too. Small.
And I think I might be allergic to my new contact lenses.
Thank you, friends, for putting up with the sitcom that is my life.