I am Thompson Boy

I have just finished ironing 3 weeks worth of clothes and my back is aching. Applied something soothing on them and now contemplating if I should actually do the impossible which is to finish up the overdue competitive ad analysis. Something which a bottom of the foodchain whore like myself needs to do. But then again, thinking about it again why should I? Firstly please excuse me and my unearthly calls from the beyond. My week has been interesting to say the least – a rough calculation of 90 hours of work and thank God it’s all over for now. It took us exactly 11 days from the Client’s brief to the delivery of materials for newspaper, radio and POSM (point of sales material). Now typically I would say that if I wasn’t in advertising, the sound of 11 days is a lot but in the advertising timeline, you are running on crack. I think I am not in the mode of going into details but let me assure you – it’s super absurd. Then again more absurd things have happened before. At least for me, thi...

Anyone who knows me or rather see me online would know my latest madness. Now before I get to that, I have to say that of late, I am have morphed into a madbag monster that basically go berserk when you talk about a new bag and maybe to a certain extend I am. Perhaps I am trying to get over the Anya bag or maybe I am just looking for the next high. Shopping addiction is no different with meth, both requiries you to spend and throw away your life. However, I think it is more of a shield to my current shitty life. I can't wait to get out from my agency and it's just less than a month more to go. Already shits are everywhere. Yesterday's supposedly glamourous shoot ended up till late at night and the results were appaling. Client hates them and I am about to see them in an hour time to try and salvage it to avoid a reshoot. It's always so much fabulous on TV or America's Next Top Model isn't it? well to a certain extend it is. Big set, fabulous studio, VVIP treatme...