Now that we got the previous post out of the way, we can start at the beginning.
For years and years I've had many close friends who have worked in the industry tell me that I would be perfect for #adlife. But I never did anything about it. I liked client side. It was comfy.
Anyways, that aside. I'd like to share my first day with you.
It was a sunny, fall day. I dressed up in the most Mad Men-esque outfit I could find, tying a classic Hermès scarf around my head to finish it all off. When I arrived, I realized I might have been slightly over-dressed. It seems people dress down in agencies? I felt fancy. I didn't fucking care.
I checked in at the front desk and took a seat where two other people were waiting. One older guy and one younger girl. The younger girl introduced herself to me. I believe one of the first responses to an answer to her question involved using the term "right on". Instantly, I knew we would be friends.
I couldn't put my finger on it, but she reminded me of someone. Well, as it turned out, she was also hired as an Account Executive on the same account. Cool! We'd be working together. Still though, who did she remind me of? Then it came to me: Dory. Nemo's best bud in the Disney classic. She was my Dory. I loved her.
I got taken to my desk, where I would be residing for the past, god knows how long? After my IT training, my director came along and told me which campaign I would be working on. I was given no background, no training, nothing. Sink or swim, little fishy. I could already feel myself starting to drown.
Around noon, my "team" proceeded to all go out for lunch together. The Mean Girls team, that is. These girls gave off icey cold vibes, looked away when they saw you and walked around like they just didn't give a fuck (when it's clear that this job is the only fuck they give a care about). Very quickly I realized what I was up against. Regardless of how it looked, it certainly wasn't pretty.
Right around that time I noticed a man come in. He wasn't dressed like the rest. He had thick black glasses, looked to be about in his fifties and wore skater shoes. He walked straight into the closed office in front of my desk. How do I get his schedule I thought? His office was dark. He had one small lamp lit on his desk. To me, he was the most fascinating person in the whole place. He must be a creative, I thought.
Well, as it turns out, he isn't. He's far from it.
And I soon found this out at our very first office party.
For years and years I've had many close friends who have worked in the industry tell me that I would be perfect for #adlife. But I never did anything about it. I liked client side. It was comfy.
Anyways, that aside. I'd like to share my first day with you.
It was a sunny, fall day. I dressed up in the most Mad Men-esque outfit I could find, tying a classic Hermès scarf around my head to finish it all off. When I arrived, I realized I might have been slightly over-dressed. It seems people dress down in agencies? I felt fancy. I didn't fucking care.
I checked in at the front desk and took a seat where two other people were waiting. One older guy and one younger girl. The younger girl introduced herself to me. I believe one of the first responses to an answer to her question involved using the term "right on". Instantly, I knew we would be friends.
I couldn't put my finger on it, but she reminded me of someone. Well, as it turned out, she was also hired as an Account Executive on the same account. Cool! We'd be working together. Still though, who did she remind me of? Then it came to me: Dory. Nemo's best bud in the Disney classic. She was my Dory. I loved her.
I got taken to my desk, where I would be residing for the past, god knows how long? After my IT training, my director came along and told me which campaign I would be working on. I was given no background, no training, nothing. Sink or swim, little fishy. I could already feel myself starting to drown.
Around noon, my "team" proceeded to all go out for lunch together. The Mean Girls team, that is. These girls gave off icey cold vibes, looked away when they saw you and walked around like they just didn't give a fuck (when it's clear that this job is the only fuck they give a care about). Very quickly I realized what I was up against. Regardless of how it looked, it certainly wasn't pretty.
Right around that time I noticed a man come in. He wasn't dressed like the rest. He had thick black glasses, looked to be about in his fifties and wore skater shoes. He walked straight into the closed office in front of my desk. How do I get his schedule I thought? His office was dark. He had one small lamp lit on his desk. To me, he was the most fascinating person in the whole place. He must be a creative, I thought.
Well, as it turns out, he isn't. He's far from it.
And I soon found this out at our very first office party.
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