11 May, 2017. 14:23
ERROL PARKER | Editor-at-large | Contact
Michelle Watson has been trying to crack the Rekorderlig account for nearly a year.
This afternoon, that nut finally cracked.
“Like holy fucking shit,” said the 23-year-old.
“I literally can’t believe it. I can’t even, I can believe this is actually happening. Holy fucking shit!”
After what seemed an eternity of lunch meetings, email tag and limp polite handshakes, Watson had all but lost hope she’d ever land the clutch Swedish cider account, but her occasional anxiety-riddled sleepless what-am-I-doing-with-my-life nights have hopefully come to an end.
The recent graduate can sleep easy now knowing she’s just pulled out into the right-hand lane of her career and put the pedal to the metal.
“All four of my male bosses, not direct bosses but the big bosses, have taken time out of their busy afternoons to pat me on the back and shoot me a double thumbs up. It’s been great. I really feel this has helped me out a fuck tonne. I’ll definitely get bumped up to an account director in July when they reshuffle. As my Dad would say, go you good thing!”
The Advocate reached out to Ms Watson’s bosses at the boutique South Betoota public relations firm but learned they hadn’t returned from lunch and weren’t expected to be back in the office until noon tomorrow.
More to come.
