It’s officially my last day in work, drinking my last coffee and writing my last ‘from work’ post. I feel quite odd (and incidentally, old).
The last few days have been spent explaining what I actually do to make headlines and boost bottom lines and handing over current and potential leads to our MD so he can monitor everything and respond to any enquiries.
It’s handing things over that feels the strangest. I’m a self-confessed control freak over external messaging and to hand everything over and know it’s going to be handled in a particularly lo-fi way is very strange.
This role and the exterior messages I’ve been building have been like my baby. I remember the first telephone interview (with the wonderful Nicola Woolcock!) and thinking ‘This is horrible’ and then my last telephone interview thinking ‘I cant wait to go for that drink!’. Being the lone PRO, I’ve been given the opportunities to dictate the whole image of the company, and now I’m worried that someone else might morph that image and lead it towards the bad end of town! It’s given me the skills and knowledge to know how to win friends and influence people… That was a joke, by the way!
Trying to hand things over has been difficult too. I’ve had to quantify daily tasks and write down my thought process when finding angles to make things newsworthy - apparently I have a very skewed sense of logic! It’s only really been these last few weeks that I’ve realised that I’ve begun to think in a PR way.
(This part is quite heavily influenced by Paull Young’s post!)
So much has changed in six months. I’ve never been the child (or adult) who knew what job they wanted to do. I’ve just always loved writing and making friends.
I never meant to become a PRO, it just happened!
I’m done now.
Excuse my awkward emotion, I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to feel.
I’ll have to update my bloody ‘About Me‘ page now too…