Well, a mum of two, who wants to work part-time in a marketing environment has two options as far as I know;
You would either do all the ad hoc and odd jobs, e.g. sourcing and purchasing lowest priced double sided tapes for your company's trade show attendance, feel like poo at the end of the day and say to your self "well that was a money well spent on a masters degree then! Well done girl!", or you would persuade yourself and your boss that you can do what other people can't do in 40 hours and manage two large accounts in 15 hours a week and after each working day driving back home, in your foggy brain taken over by migrane, try to think of ways of committing suicide in a way that won't look gross and that won't cause permanent damage in little girls' psychologies. Then of course you would come to the conclusion that there is no such thing and so you would just have to quit.
Yes, I decide to quit my job at least three times a week. But I haven't been able to action this yet. Because apparently deep inside, I am not a quitter.
