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I have an interview with a prospective new client in an hour and a half. I am wearing a pajama top. With bleach marks on it. Because no laundry got done last week. I have a jacket over the top of it. I don't think you can tell, but still. Sheesh.
My former business partner is probably going to win an addy and he isn't even going to the awards. Jerk. I am going though. Jim is going with me. I will be schmoosed by print reps and make fake small talk with people I am insanely jealous of. And probably some people I hate. People who hate me will pretend to like me, and my work. We will all clap nicely when BHW1 wins 10 billion awards. We will roll our eyes when we think they aren't looking. I will wisper to jim about how my work is better.
It will be good times.
My former business partner is probably going to win an addy and he isn't even going to the awards. Jerk. I am going though. Jim is going with me. I will be schmoosed by print reps and make fake small talk with people I am insanely jealous of. And probably some people I hate. People who hate me will pretend to like me, and my work. We will all clap nicely when BHW1 wins 10 billion awards. We will roll our eyes when we think they aren't looking. I will wisper to jim about how my work is better.
It will be good times.