If it’s one thing we learnt in class, it is the fact that last minute work will end up rushed and not the best that has ever been accomplished. After all, failing to plan = planning to fail (or something like that)
So I just about nearly died when my subordinates asked me to find a minimum of 30 professional dancers who are willing to get paid below their usual salary to perform phenomenally within 6 days; this includes the ½ ended day in which this task was given to me.
Like any PR technician, I had to make miracles happen.
I’m now down by 1 day with 4 & ¼ to go. The word “sleep” has officially evicted itself from my mental-dictionary. Even Professor Oxford and Captain Webster can’t save me now.
In PR, your job is one big website with COUNTLESS pop-ups you can’t click “close” to.
You’d think I don’t have time to write this under such circumstances…
Well, every second I spend writing this, I am waiting with my neck on the line for dancers to call me and say “I’ll take it! Consider the jiggy shindig job done!”. I hope they lied when they said a watched phone doesn’t ring.
Longest 9-6 day ever since I started this job.
please do comment with your stories like this too!
let's hope I survive this
Fatiha - LUCT
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