It’s going to be one of those months.
On Friday I got an email from a recruiter, saying “Are you free to do some work next week in London?”. I said yes, got the details, sent the CV, and started on Monday. No interview, no contact by phone – weird, even by my standards.
So here I am, for the week, working for an ad agency in London, just near Farringdon station. Hipstertastic.
Not as glam as where Sevitz is etc., but it’s where I is right now…
So now you’re in advertising? I don’t think we’re going to like you for much longer.
Dear God, no. I’m just helping the useless bastards.
Even *I* am not shitepotty enough to decide to go into advertising. It’s an industry populated by c**ts.