I quit my job.
For the last two years, I was the Publicity Manager at a well-respected NYC culture magazine. I ran the public relations, social media and communications as a one woman machine.
So I recently accepted a job as the Social Media Manager of a huge, international media company with a bunch of magazines and online brands. It sounds bigger, but it feels more comfortable.
I never wanted to be a publicist. Anyone who’s ever met me (or read this blog) knows I’m not a typical “PR girl”—the type running around Murray Hill in Tory Birch shoes with their blackberry glued to their ear. Though I will admit to owning a blackberry. But I fell into it, and I was good at it. I knew how to write, I understood branding and I followed trends and brand growth like a rabid industry fanboy.
And I love the internet. Like, wanna marry the internet. And I was stepping on a lot of people’s toes, trying to build up the brand online, trying to juggle everything I had to do with everything I wanted. Now I’ll get to sort of internally consult on social media for all the brands—tell them what works, what doesn’t and send out a lot of reports. It sounds fun, if you can believe it.
Also—it was time.
My last day at the small magazine is 4/22. I start at the big company 4/29.
Wish me luck.