As we all well know, every occupation has its own dark humor. Folks who work in operating rooms or emergency rooms sometimes have a rough gallows humor to them. It is not that they are intentionally trying to be disrespectful to anyone. Rather, the incredible life-and-death stress they often face cultivates its unique brand of humor. It serves as a kind of safety-relief valve for all the horrible things bottling up inside them that they cannot always discuss with just anyone.
Folks in advertising and marketing are no different. The pressures and pitfalls of the industrywhile rarely life-and-death levelstill take their toll. If you are among the creative class and you occasionally yearn for an anonymous place to confess your workplace sins and struggles, the Web site of choice is The Creative Confessional (Mad Ave Anonymous, Bloomberg Businessweek 2/11/132/17/13, p. 68).
Aside from the sites therapeutic and semispiritual utility, perusing it reveals the wide range of human emotions and struggles in the creative-class workplace. Additonally, it captures many of the frustrations and struggles common throughout corporate America. Some of what you will read there is dark and disheartening, I warn you. Many entries are poignant and gripping. Some divulge depths of despair that wrench the heart. Some reveal incredible frustration at the persistent Dilbert spirit we have all faced. From that, my takeaway is never to forget how important it is to be a true professional with 100% integrity and caring every single moment of your day. You never know what demons your colleagues and clients may be facing, and when you can be of genuine help.
Some entries are on the lighter side and even downright hilarious. Because it is Friday, and we can all use a breather, here are some of the lighter and more humorous ones:
The worst part about the Super Bowl is coming to work the next day and hearing the people who never produced anything good trash the ads.
I delay finishing projects by asking for information I should have had before I started the project.
Weve hired temps to sit in empty cubes whenever clients come in.
I took home a magic mouse and sold it on EBay. Then I got a new one from IT and did it again.
I think clip art is gorgeous.
My bosses cant grasp the concept of email friendly file sizes. If I get one more 25+ mb attachment, Im going to fling monkey poo at them.
I click on my own banner ads.
If one more person mentions Don Draper in a meeting, Im going to stab him in the throat.
I enjoy working on 2GB tradeshow graphics files on my laptop thats older than Yoda.
I wear headphones all day long whether I am listening to music or not simply to dissuade people from asking me anything about anything.
Just because my desk is next to the printer does not mean I know how to fix it.
I want to ask the people writing car dealership commercials if now is ever not the time to buy.
I was really busy the last three days. I am now officially treading water until the weekend.
We were told to cut $400k from our budget . . . and blew $200k just talking about it.
Have a great weekend . . . please!
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