Thanks to feedback from this site, and from interminable performance reviews, I have to face the fact that I am crap at PR. Luckily, judging from other people I have met in the industry, I realise that this need not hold me back in my career. 

I have gathered from a few of your comments that hating your boss, clients and journalists is not the best attitude to have. And apparently, according to my last performance review, being late for work and taking long fag-breaks does not demonstrate great commitment. So, to see how it should be done, I perused a few Day in the Lifes on this site. Without exception, they demonstrate that a typical day should start as early as possible, and involve working exceptionally hard, without slagging anyone off at all. Oh dear!

Maybe I should change my ways? Yet here I am again, wasting my company’s time by writing this. So this is my typical working day. Maybe the word ‘working’ isn’t quite right though …

My Day

7.00am: Alarm goes off. Turn off alarm.

9.00am: Oh shit! Rush out of house, and hurry to station. Do not even have time to grab a coffee and muffin on the way. But grab a coffee and muffin anyway. After all, won’t be on top form if I am starved.

10.15am: Spend ten minutes regaling office with terrible story of how train broke down and I had to walk along track. This explains today’s late arrival, despite having got up at 6am to go running in preparation for marathon. Colleague asks if you are allowed to run a marathon while smoking a fag, as surely I won’t be able to last even an hour without one?

12.00 noon: Have not had a minute to do any work, although I was on Twitter. Instead of reading relevant Tweets and writing one myself, I looked at comments from celebrities (wish I was in Disneyland with Wossy), and started following some more. Did spend half an hour networking, in other words, smoking with colleagues outside. This was quite an achievement as raining heavily. Must be lunchtime soon?

12.30pm: Lunch at last. Leave office muttering something about a journalist meeting. Instead, go shopping as sales are on, it would be criminal not to.

3.30pm: Is that the time? Thank goodness, all purchases are small enough to fit into my backpack.

5.30pm: Blimely, doesn’t Facebook eat up your life? I also did a lot of research online. The research is about my health. Am very worried that my high-fat diet, fags and alcohol consumption mean that I am about to die, as have a few suspicious aches and pains. And here I am wasting my last few hours at work. Better go soon and do something constructive with my life, it may be later than I think!