I was at a loss for words. Which is rare.
Archive for April, 2010
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Friday, April 30th, 2010How was MY week?
Thursday, April 29th, 2010The bad client called to kiss my ass. It was embarrassing.
The President of the United States came to Hooterville. His helicopter buzzed over our building. That’s as close as I got. But I was excited he came, and relieved our Tea/Douche Baggers didn’t make a bigger ass of themselves. Good God, people … settle down and learn to spell.
We put the finishing touches on a tire commercial that will run NATIONALLY soon on the Discovery and History Channels. Yeah, that’s right. I said Nationally. We’re above average here in Hooterville.
Brought our old office manager back. It’s heaven. I’ve been at the gym three times this week before 6pm.
Our designer had a colonoscopy. We gave him 4 rolls of Angel Soft and he named his polyps. We’re so weird.
I’m on the Board of our local womens shelter. The cash flow crisis we feared would happen, has. Our fucked up state government owes us $200,000…and others plenty more. As the Board’s VP, I’m freaking out, trying to figure out a solution. Your ideas and suggestions would be more than welcome.
I had to keep reminding myself that, even though I don’t get to do what I went into business for anymore, it’s still good. It’s just that now I shuffle papers, boss clients around…and get to work with cool people.
It’s cocktail hour in AdLand!
Cougar Soap
Tuesday, April 27th, 2010I love the Internet. I think. Check the link for Bacon Scented Soap, too.
Products you’d love to create for
Monday, April 26th, 2010This would be one of them. Can you imagine the excitement today of prepping for THIS pitch? Note the cautionary “Poisonous in Overdoses.” And 74% Alcohol….if it didn’t cure you, it would kill you. (Via a great site-criminal wisdom)
NBA. FOCUS, Damn.
Sunday, April 25th, 2010NBA playoffs have begun and my sweetheart wondered if the whole thing is fixed. I don’t know about that, but I did like this promo. FOCUS. Catchy little 30. It made me feel like a Gangstress.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byeXWnfrn0s
We care about you, Trees!
Thursday, April 22nd, 2010A thank you to Designer Tim for this little gem. Couldn’t these people have just turned out their lights for an hour?The world has gone mad. Happy Earth Day!
Eat the Rich.
Sunday, April 11th, 2010From an interesting little site. I must find a box. Loved the Aerosmith tag line: Eat the Rich. YUM. I’m sure it’s full of fiber.
Teabonics
Wednesday, April 7th, 2010Yes, we should all be very afraid. Because those of us who work in advertising, who hold a relatively firm grasp of the English language and possess communication skills that are based on reason, discipline and the AP Stylebook, are being challenged.
Enter the Tea Baggers. They buy cars and sofas and non-diet soda and chips that aren’t low fat and tires and trucks and cheeseburgers and 10 karat gold and boxed sets of Elvis, worship Glenn Beck and buy eyewear that is exactly like Sarah’s. Now we must figure out a way to reach them with our client’s message. But first, we’ll need to write in their language, Teabonics. See the beginnings at Flickr. (Via)
And don’t accuse me of stereotyping these people. If they were really serious, they’d hire an ad agency or PR firm to at least spell check their posters.
What’s in Your Office?
Tuesday, April 6th, 2010Look around your work space. Everybody’s got stuff. It defines you…sort of. What does your stuff say about you?
My beloved Bullwinkle and Rocky Clock.
And how about the monkey…wonder what’s in the cart??
And my beloved flea market typewriter. The way we once communicated…with White Out…now long gone.
Clients see all our stuff….and we don’t care. I’m sure they wonder. And that’s good.
Poopeyheads
Tuesday, April 20th, 2010I made a grown woman cry.
At a closed Board Meeting of a Social Service Agency for whom I do a TON of volunteeer work, I blurted out that I thought another Social Service Agency was an intimidating bunch of Poopeyheads. Yes, I said Poopeyheads. (I was trying to be funny, OK? There were two ministers present, so I thought Shithead was a little strong.)
So, a fellow Board Member said she took issue with that comment, that she served on this OTHER Board and she did not consider herself to be a Poopeyhead. Yes, she said Poopeyhead. Then she suggested haughtily that we agree to disagree and move on.
Next morning, we all get an email, saying she was upset that no one else came to her rescue while she was being victimized and called names. She was done “fighting back the tears” as she went to her car after meetings. She was resigning from the Board. Really?
Man up, lady. It’s women like you who keep us other bitches down. Too emotional, bitchy, back-stabbing, whiney, gossipy … the list goes on and on. I know I’m pretty direct and should keep my big mouth in better check, but damn. (None of the other Board Members who called me later felt she needed any rescuing, that it was no big deal.)
Anyway, a man would NEVER have done something like that. It’s no wonder we don’t rule the world.
Tags:big mouthed women, blurting out stupid comments, board members, social services, volunteering, women, women in a mans world
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