I’m listening to Eric Bibb and literary soaking every note. What’s happening with me? After the punk recovery last week, I find myself in a need of little Putomayo and blues. Cigarettes and alcohol are helping every time…
My day started quite early( 7am is more like midnight to me). Didn't brush my teeth, didn't put make-up, didn't give a fuck. I hate waking up early, but today was especially "not cool, man" early. I had to wait for an hour and a half in the amazing 15°C English summer day which made my mood swing from nostalgia over Bulgaria’s summer to euphoria over a black cat. These women moods will always fascinate me…like the tuba or the trumpet. They are helping in times of desperation, maybe that’s why I have been mastering the kazoo.
But let me get back to my 5th June story: I finally got home without feeling my right hand and not because of the good reason. Seriously, the cold today is everywhere. “Global worming is coming!” No wonder more and more companies are trying to revive the green thinking in people. To hell with the credit crunch, the Earth is what we need to worry. And my future…
Well here we come to the main reason of this post – today’s PRWeek issue and the feature on the PR graduates. I got really depressed over it. Apparently “According to the PRCA's figures, 43 per cent of agency heads say a PR degree makes no difference when recruiting graduates. And a further 34 per cent say it actually makes graduates less attractive.” This leaves me with only 33 per cent chance of standing out in the crowd (Kaly will be proud of me figuring out the percentage).
“Gerry Hopkinson values a university education in his recruits. The co-founder of Unity PR likes to hire workers who can 'think for themselves' and likes to see candidates with degrees in philosophy, arts and social sciences.” OK then, why did I give up on my philosophy degree? And for what, for people who will say that I have no creativity and follow everything by a model? I am thoroughly confused today, what happened to my grandma’s saying “Go to university and get the good money”. It is true that my nana is not the brightest person in the world, but still… I had hopes hehe. Now I have a reflection to write. “How did I find my first year in the university?” What should I say Mr Hopkins? Did I make a mistake by taking up a PR degree? Hopefully time will prove you wrong. I want to finalise this with something positive…really… I do! Hmm… dots.
Music is the catalyst of the mood explosion, the good one though, my way of feeling, my way of expressing, my way of uniqueness. I still believe that music is only mine :) Nobody can take that away. No magazine, no publisher, no PRO.
Dance!
