I did my college degree the way I do everything else. Bass Ackwards.
8 years and 1 baby later, I had a PR and Communications degree with enough credits in other departments to keep up at cocktail parties and probably diagnose your dog's cancer.
Then I sold out. Instead of pursuing my passion for PR and media I went for the cash. I became one of the tops Yellow Page Ad saleswomen in the country for GTE (now Verizon). 6 figures was hard to turn down when I had an additional mouth to feed and no help from his, well, donor.
Long story longer, I left the panty hose brigade to work in sweats and sneakers all day owning a start a dog-walking/pet-sitting job . Did my own PR and had the top game in town.
I wasn't satisfied... but I loved it. So when the rest of the universe decided to become dog-walkers too, I quit while being ahead.
My next job was menial, answering emails, using my knowledge of Veterinary Medicine (thats a whole other blog) but I enjoyed it. They needed a twitter account. So I set it up, started a blog for them and Voila, my PR career was reborn.
Its fun to do daily. Its like a challenge, how much can I do for this person? How can I make them feel like they didn't pay me enough?
In the end, helping others gain exposure, a larger client base or more money makes me happier than a pig in slop.
Harmony? She just likes me to work from home.
