Being needed.

Is such a wonderful feeling. Truly.

So after a total of 2 interviews, which isn't much, and the second one entirely unnecessary, I've picked.

The first interview with a local newspaper went well. Was given a press release to process and the result of it: the editors loved me.

*beams*

The second interview with one of Klang Valley's biggest shopping complexes went pretty good too. Exam was to write a PR Plan (no idea how to so I cincai write), a press release and to reply potential complaint letters. Though the interviewers weren't amused with the plan I drafted (I had a total of 8 lines in point form), they were keen on recruiting me, and were willing to raise the salary just to beat the first interview.

*i-thought-i-was-beaming*

I picked the latter as I thought well, better pay, bigger company, more impressive resume. Besides, it takes more than 10 years of editorial work before anyone gets to be an editor.

So PR job at shopping complex it is.

But.

But.

I just couldn't. Couldn't make a decision to take a job that I'm not sure that I will enjoy because I am not appreciated the way I would like to be appreciated. I want to be appreciated for my nonsensical banters (shut up, Moob). I need a byline. PROs don't have bylines.

And when it comes down to it, it doesn't matter if the pay is better. Neither does getting my own room with a pc and internet (well it does quite a bit actually).

It comes down to this.

I want to be happy doing what I do.

And PR is just not it.


And so, this April, this is <-insert name->, writing for <-insert place->.