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Friday, November 18, 2005

It’s Friday

In all its glory. It’s 43 degrees outside and 85 in our office. The Hershey’s bars behind the receptionist are melting and there is sweat between my ass cheeks. No one feels like working, especially after the week we’ve had of “I’m not digging these concepts” and “Um, OK, we’ll do 12 new print ads for you in TWO DAYS. And without photography (cause you’re too cheap). Not a problem.”

In 15 minutes it’s time for happy hour. In the meantime, I’ve stripped my sweater and am getting whooped by an art director at ping pong. Art directors aren’t supposed to be good at sports. Ping pong is a sport, you know.

The president walks by and says, “We need one more for Halo.”

I pass on the offer because all the Xbox controls are confusing and I can never figure out how to change weapons. Thus, I am an easy target for snipers. In a few minutes I hear them in the garage yelling at each other. We like to swear here. A lot. We like to swear and ride scooters between our desks and eat Chef Boyardee and talk about tumors that grow teeth and hair, which always makes me sick to think about — especially after I saw photos — so I have to go now.

Enjoy the weekend.

Posted by Aaron on November 18, 2005 3:55 PM