Fans of this blog will the remember the wonderful occasion I posted some hilariously damning comments about an anonymous account handler whom our entire creative dept. despised.
Well, I was just drinking my afternoon advocaat by the pool and smirking to myself at what a dreadful turd she was. One of those impossible women who you could absolutely count on to escalate any given situation because she was totally incapable of communicating anything to anyone, which meant she'd huff around in a state of perpetual cuntish frustration, either deferring everything to her manager or having a tantrum. It was like working for fucking Hamlet. Or an exceptionally shit sociopath (which is possibly the same thing). Ignorant, condescending, unhelpful and devisive, she was a flagrant imbecile who filled each and every one of us with a savage, yet impotent rage by turning the simplest, bread-and-butter "product shot with price" client brief into some inpenetrable schizoid psychodrama. They were amazing - like they'd been written by Phillip K. Dick after 9 days without any sleep.
Moral of the story? We ended up hating her and the poor client as well, which is no way to fucking work.
And whilst we never did set fire to her in the manner I advocated here, I do rather hope she's subsequently taken her own life. Or at the VERY least isn't in advertising anymore.
What larks, John. What larks!
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Have you taken your medication?
Thanks nurse.
I just thought it might amuse someone somewhere...
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