I know I just stated that I’m finally at peace with advertising. But I wanted to illustrate what a huge leap I’ve made by getting here. You see, when your work is making ads, life often gets pushed out of the way to make room for pitches and presentations about the next best product. And there are always emergencies. A client’s wife mentions something about not liking the color of someone’s hair in the commercial, and you’re canceling your road trip to Big Sur to watch a colorist charge thirty grand to go in and cover up the blond’s roots.
Advertising stops for no one: birthdays, vacations, weddings, psycho killers hiding out in your yard. What? Psycho killers? No, you say. Nobody would be thinking about their upcoming pizza commercials with a psycho killer on the loose. You’re wrong, my friends. Here’s proof that even in distress, the pepperoni will prevail (Actual conversation from my friend Ron V):
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that is why i don't work in advertising anymore. also that is hilarious for not good reasons.