Somewhere between
crotch holes growing to unmanageable size and roast beef hash patties, I managed to fit in both my first conference call (zzzzzz) and my first meeting with creative services. My pappy always said that those quarterly financial reports would make a dandy place for my advertising skills, maybe he was right. That's not what I was doing though. I was back-up to a coworker trying to get a designer to do some freakin' designing. We'll see how that works out. The calendar keeps filling up. The job becomes harder to escape. I went to work happy though and I felt guilty. It's ok to like going to work. Just don't tell the pranksters. They'll serve you electric kool-aid and make you walk through a giant frame. So we all have the same frame of reference. Thanks T. Wolfe.