I do, man. I wake up at 7, and get in at 7. It's the majority of my day.
I feel so isolated here. Like, none of my friends are here, my family are in the North West, and at work I'm pretty much the only Northerner. Every time I say something slightly northern I get funny looks. I feel like I'm being poked with a stick, constantly.
And it's one of those industries where you just can't be proud of your work. PR's jobs is to hound journalists to run shit stories or talk about shit products that you know they aren't that interested in. I have to ring people and try to be excited about a fucking washing machine.
I don't feel like it's challenging me in the right ways, and I don't feel like it's fulfilling me, either. If they offer me the job in October I'll take it until I can get another, but I know for a fact I'm getting out of PR as soon as I can.