It's Sunday morning as I write this.
I'm in the homestretch of a project I'm taking a financial bath on.
Long story.
I'll get to it when the PTSD subsides a bit.
In the meantime, I'll just say this.
I'm working alongside one of the most talented writers/creative directors in the world, and an art director/designer who could make a colon (or semi-colon) look delicious.
I just checked my Saturday-night email and in it was a note from the aforementioned art director.
He told the group, the writer and myself and a gaggle of account people as numerous as the Chinese army during the Korean war, that he had put some work in the Google doc.
This is what's become of the business in our neuro-nonsense, work-is-war ecosystem.
The art director wrote:
Nothing against the guy.More against a world where we're speaking of ads and we somehow wind up speaking like this.
Somehow if we talk like a autocrat-bot programmed by a phone-tree, we think it makes our jobs and our lives more important, serious and meaningful.
Meanwhile, 147% of the work we do no one ever sees.
But damn. We're as serious as an infarction.
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