Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Arise from your slumber. Monday is near. A bunch of sycophants eagerly wait to great you halfheartedly, yes eagerly and often mumbling - 'you are a piece of shit, that's what you are'.
Another brief is underway and, 'hey you loaded, got another job on hand, how was your weekend by the way, oh and I want sexy creatives, oh so i was saying, your weekend, oh never mind, remember sexy creatives, oh I missed the brief but never mind, oh but I want sexy creatives by end-of-day, bye...'
Brooding all day on the job half done we play alchemists. Here, the myth comes true. But then, more often than not, 'Oh what's this, damn this is not done, this is bloody-hell not done, summon the CEO, or the CD, oh he quit, go by the brief, where's it, oh never mind...summon the CEO, this has to get his notice, let me draft a brief, he'll need one.
CEO to Creative: humm...not done...where's the twist?
Creative to CEO: hummm
CEO to Creative: rework Creative to CEO: sure (I'm your humble slave, you filthy ass) To be continued...
Thursday, August 30, 2007
But all-in-all we have fun, usually we pretend to. Often we do so to kill the stress. Before it kills us. Close deadlines, high expectations, workplace bureaucracy and a lot more remains a part of the under current. 'I want a sexy headline', I often hear the servicing team demand after a briefing, which usually is, 'I want a sexy headline'.
I am not a pessimist. Trust me, I love my job. But I would love it more if wasn't asked to meet outlandish expectations.
Organisations slyly disregard the existence of underlying politics. 'A politics-free environment', they often describe it in their recruitment ads. And, while they say so they are busy bad-mouthing and screwing someone’s happiness. An ugly bunch of sell-outs (me included).
Wonder why I'm still on the job. Simply because they're keeping me... ;)
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
The day I joined my company my aspirations knew no bounds. It was definitely not the highest point in my life, but I believed that a glorious, highflying career would head start.
On a day-to-day basis I PERSISITENTLY try and evaluate myself but then I wonder on what basis do I do so. And then I SINCERLY ask myself a question, 'For how long?'.
There are an array of things that exite me, lure me every single day I make my way to office.
I like writing. And so, I've been hired. Ideally they pay me for having fun. Many-a-times it takes a backseat. I often feel flustered by thoughts that seem daunting.
I surely don't want to give up on writing. But I still await another day, the day I start writing for myself.