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(It goes without saying – or maybe not, because I’m saying it – that anything said on this blog does NOT reflect the opinions of my company or anyone working there, and in no way do my sailor mouth, crass sense of humor, and weekend Southern drinking habits represent my professional abilities.)

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(Yeah.  I just started a work-related post with the word “poop” in it.  Way to look professional, Knight. Source.)

If you read this blog with any regularity (I’m assuming you don’t, especially since my posting as of late has been…nonexistent) you know I very rarely discuss discuss my job.  I feel very grateful to work for a company that allows me a loose leash for my creative outlet, so I generally try to steer clear of work-related topics out of respect.  Even so, this is a food and lifestyle blog, and it was only a matter of time before the two converged.

My blog is 100% my hobby…which is unfortunately why I disappear from time to time.  During after-work drinks with a few colleagues at Julep Bar, my boss asked me about my recent disappearing act and said that she can always tell when I’m buried at work because I stop updating the blog.  This is a fairly accurate assumption.  And, since the majority of the questions I receive (both for the blog and in life) are about what exactly it is that I do, I used my boss’ keen observation as an opportunity to ask whether she would be ok with me writing about it.  She kindly consented, so here’s a brief overview.

What IS PR?

The short story is that I work in public relations.

The reason I get so many questions about it is because a) there is a lot of confusion about what, exactly, public relations is or what that means (it is NOT marketing or advertising), and b) it’s a popular industry so people want to know what it’s really like to do it.

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(I know it’s overdone, but it just says it so well.)

My family did not understand what I do until about six months-to-a year ago (despite the fact that one of my sisters works in PR, so this is not new information).  I think my friends and Ryan’s family have given up trying.  It gets even more granular than typical public relations because I work in public affairs, a specific sector under the public relations umbrella. 

Let’s start out with what it’s NOT: I am NOT Samantha Jones. 

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(Not me.  Source.)

What she does IS a type of PR (obviously glamorized for television), but it definitely doesn’t capture the less-than-glitzy pieces of the job and it bears no resemblance whatsoever to MY job.  My company deals with the business and policy side of public relations – crisis management and strategic communications for the healthcare, education, real estate, professional services and nonprofit industries.  In other words, we are not party planners (usually), but consultants who advise clients on a wide variety of matters including:

Internal communications – communicating to employees during a merger or crisis, or guiding management through a change in leadership

Government and community relations – informing audiences about legislation the client is backing or a community about the permitting of a controversial building

Relationship building with key stakeholders and thought leaders – helping a client’s voice reach these audiences by setting up meetings or securing speaking engagements

Crisis management and labor relations – managing media coverage of unfavorable situations, minimizing the risk of a strike

Traditional media outreach – social media, press releases, editorials

Among many, many other things. 

Most people hear this spiel and they’re like:

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But y’all, I LOVE what I do.  It’s like ten jobs in one.  No two days are ever the same, I am constantly challenged and pushed outside my comfort zone, I learn new things about new industries HOURLY, and I get to pick the minds of very intelligent, successful and powerful people…and I’m only 26.  When I say I have my dream job, I am not kidding.  I’m very, very fortunate.

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(Source.)

 

Ok I’m bored, and you’re using fewer pictures of LOLcats than you normally do.  What’s it REALLY like?

I had a friend once who said PR is the perfect field for people who like business and writing.  Depending on your field, you likely spend about one-half to two-thirds of your day writing and/or researching, and the rest of the day talking to clients, pitching stories to reporters, and reading the news.

Regardless of the type of PR you decide to do, there are some very general trends that are almost always part of the job:

1. It’s a highly competitive field and your starting pay will SUCK.

Everyone wants to be Samantha Jones, or at least a raging socialite, so actually landing a job in public relations is half the challenge.  You need a strong resume and some really good experience through volunteer opportunities and internships, and it usually helps to know someone who can act as the point of the sword.  I had a roommate in PR who helped me get my resume and cover letter to a good place and taught me how to apply for a PR position.  If it hadn’t been for her and a series of very, very lucky breaks, I would probably still be looking.

Oh and if you’re just starting out?  Enjoy late nights and lots of ramen.  As you move up, you have more autonomy over your schedule and, thankfully, more fulfilling paychecks (PRSA has a good chart for industry standards here), but the first year or two is killer.  My advice?  Be a passionate learner, work your butt off and move up as quickly as possible. 

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(Source.)

It’s also likely that you won’t talk to clients or see the inside of a conference room until you’re an account executive or higher (unless you work for a smaller agency).  Until then, your bosses are your clients.  Treat them as such, it’s a good primer.  That way, when you f*ck up (and BELIEVE ME, you will), you’ll learn more and the consequences won’t be as catastrophic.

 

2. It’s not a 9-to-5 gig.  All hours are “normal” hours.

PR people say this so much it should be tattooed on our heads, but the fact of the matter is that your time belongs to your clients and your boss(es), especially during the formative years.  Your job lasts from the time you finish up your to-do lists from the previous two days (because you will NEVER finish it day of) and start on your list of deliverables for the day.  My days probably average about 9.5-10 hours, and during busy periods I usually leave the office around 7pm (sometimes earlier, sometimes later).

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Again, I work for an outstanding company that appreciates its employees having a reasonable work-life balance, given that you’re getting your work done, but this is a rare characteristic in the industry. 

 

3. If you don’t already enjoy the sauce, you probably will.

Client dinners, happy hours, cocktail parties, functions – most people in PR have such a refined ability to throw back the alcoholic beverages and appear totally normal that they put Don Draper to shame.

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4. You will learn to think in the confines of 5 bazillion little boxes.

You think you’re organized now?  No.

Everything is done in grid format.  Everything.  Media lists, strategy memos, timelines, vulnerability assessments, etc. etc. etc.  While it may take awhile to wrap your brain around it, you’ll probably emerge having guzzled the kool-aid and see grids as the quickest, most efficient way to organize and reference information.  So much so that you start thinking in grids.

I love them.  LOVE them. 

 

5. You will become permanently knock-kneed from all the pencil skirts.

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(Truth. Source.)

I hate those damn things.

 

6. You’re probably at least marginally cranky 99% of the time.

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(Source.)

This is a service industry, which means that everyone else is more important than you.  You tirelessly work to please others and pull rabbits out of hats, all while moving at a ridiculously fast pace – and you probably thrive on the stress of it all.  It feels good.  It also probably means that your patience and tolerance for bullsh*t is non-existent.  The nice thing is that your coworkers are all in the same boat, so you can roar at your computer or snark at something absurd (“Look at that bitch and her stupid ponytail.  I HATE MOTHEREFFING PONYTAILS!!!!!!!”) and you’ll probably just get laughed at. 

This also contributes to #3.

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Personally, I’m shocked they haven’t filmed a reality show from inside the walls of a PR company yet.  The colorful characters, ridiculous conversations, and general bat-shit-craziness of it all would be great fodder for primetime.  Despite its many quirks, I really love working in PR (in case I hadn’t said that part enough already).

This is a very brief, high-level overview of what it’s like – if you have more specific questions or you’d like more information, feel free to email me.  Also, if you’re in the Boston area and looking for a job in PR I’d be happy to sit down for coffee and pass anything I know along that might help you out. 

 

What’s your job like?  If you work in PR, what would you add?

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Ragnar Cape Cod Relay: Preparation

 

I spent the majority of the weekend bloated from eating bagels and candy, festering in my own sweat and B.O., sleep deprived, and – oh yeah – running.

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(Yep.  Just read my blog.)

Even though it sounds like cruel and unusual punishment for some unspeakable crime, I did in fact sign up for this, well aware of what it would entail.  And you know what?  It was easily one of the best weekends of my life.  We’re talking Top 10. 

Despite my incessant foot-stomping and moaning about “WHY did I think this was a good idea?!?” leading up to the race, it was definitely an instance where impulsivity led to something more enjoyable than I ever could have imagined.  Twelve girls crammed into two vans for two days, running 189 miles from Plymouth to Provincetown on about an hour or two of sleep, eating nothing that hasn’t been factory-processed within an inch of its life sounds INSANE.  Most people we’ve spoken to about the relay think we ARE insane (especially my circle, all of whom KNOW I am in no way, shape or form a legit runner).  And maybe we are, but it’s been two days since we crossed the finish line and I can’t shake the sadness about it being over.  I’m snapping my fingers like, “HELLOOO!  Let’s sign up for Round 2 yesterday, please, CHOP CHOP!”

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(Teamwork, y’all!)

But I’m saving the full recap for the next post.  Today’s post is about how to prepare for these things if ever you have a fit of masochism and sign up for a two-day, overnight relay.

 

Some Surprising News

The race began on Friday, which meant that Sunday-Thursday were spent in sheer panic mode about my poor training and preparation for this race and my inability to run five miles without stopping.  When Wednesday rolled around, I had a permanent pit in my stomach that was threatening to drench anyone who dared approach me with inappropriate enthusiasm about…anything.

So that evening, I was stuck in a late meeting at work when I received the notification that several of the legs were shortened to account for construction.  I signed online and saw that two out of my three legs were nonexistent, meaning that I would not be running until Saturday morning.  Which also meant that two months of rigorous (albeit not entirely effective) training went down the drain and I had taken a precious vacation day off work for no reason.  I was ready to say “GO SCREW” and back out, but luckily the updated mileage hadn’t been posted yet.  It was later updated to show that my longest leg – 5.5 miles – had been reduced to four.  HAL. LE. FREAKING. LU. JAH.  My other two were three-and-a-half each.  Perfecto.

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The rest of Wednesday night was spent in an amazing yoga class (loosening up my muscles for the impending beating they were about to enjoy), grocery shopping for race food, and making a packing list.

 

Packing and Preparation

Thursday night, I wrote a quick and dirty blog post because I’m a slacker and I’ve been neglecting this blog.  Then I high-tailed it to New Balance before it closed to get a BUTT lamp (one of those flashing red LED lights that you clip onto your clothing in the dark – it was a safety requirement for night running, and I refuse to type it without putting “BUTT” in all caps because I’m a five-year-old at heart.  BUTT.). 

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On my packing list was the following:

Clothes

  • Pink tank top (we all wore hot pink for the first leg)
  • Two additional tanks
  • Athletic pullover for warmth
  • Sweatshirt (for the night run)
  • Rain jacket
  • Three pairs running pants (two cropped pants and my yoga pants for the night run)
  • 4 sports bras
  • 5 pairs underwear
  • 5 pairs socks
  • Running shoes
  • Slip on boat shoes (really good story about these stupid things to come your way)
  • Pajama pants (to sleep in Saturday night in a glorious, glorious bed)
  • Change of clothes/shoes/jewelry for Saturday night festivities
  • Clothes to wear when coming home on Sunday
  • Toiletries

Other

  • Animal crackers
  • BUTT light
  • Two instant ice packs
  • Strawberries
  • Yogurt
  • Bananas
  • Celery

We split team supplies among all the girls – other things we brought included:

  • Bandaids and antibacterial cream
  • Face wipes
  • Hand sanitizer
  • Toilet paper
  • Five thousand pounds of Power Bars, Cliff Bars, 5-hour energies, etc.
  • Pretzels
  • Candy
  • Five thousand more pounds of water
  • Lotion
  • Apples
  • Trail mix galore
  • Safety equipment (head lamps, BUTT lights, flashlights, reflective vests), as required by Ragnar for the nighttime runs
  • Bagels

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Things like that to snack on, stay (relatively) clean, and nurse injuries.  Not knowing when my next shower would be, I should have showered before I went to bed but I decided it was more important to sleep.  Nope.  Should have showered.  Felt disgusting all day Friday.

I packed my car with everything but my purse the night before (it was cold enough to keep the groceries fresh).  I wore my race day clothes to bed, woke up at 4am, stuck my contacts in my eyes, pulled my hair back and drove to Quincy to meet my friend.  We stopped for coffee (duh) and drove to Plymouth together where we met the rest of our team, piled into two vans, and began our grand adventure…

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(Yes, that’s a uterus.)

TO BE CONTINUED….

 

Question: What’s the craziest impulse decision you made that turned out really well?

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