I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it here before, but I actually was working this fall… at a pharmacutical ad agency, no less, doing shit graphic work for a yet-to-be-released diabetes drug. (I also found out that a rival company’s diabetes drug was derived from… komodo dragon saliva. That’s pretty much the best tagline for any drug—“100% Free of Lizard Spit”—watch those prescriptions fly off the shelves)

Pharma companies are probably number 2 or 3 with a bullet on the grand list of most evil corporations, but at least diabetes exist and is a legitimate cause for medication (even if it was “type 2” brought on my fatty overindulgence)... unlike the other drug being advertised by our floor which I overheard one copywriter describe as “a drug that doesn’t work for a condition that doesn’t exist.” I also learned that most copywriters in the “ad game” are assholes. Or terribly boring. It’s a 50/50 split between those categories.

Anyway, I got about 3 months in before they wanted to cut back the runaway budget by canning every freelancer they could. I just missed the ax before Thanksgiving, but only eked out another week before being shitcanned. They say they’ll ask me back later on, but who knows.

This week I was back to doing nothing, but a little birdie gave me a week of PA work on a Brides magazine photoshoot. I’ll have to squeeze next week’s drinking into this weekend. And get my wedding dress pressed, since I assume that’s the uniform worn by all employees of Brides magazine.

In other news, it’s terribly terribly cold outside.

This entry was posted on Saturday, December 9th, 2006 at 1:42 am and is filed under Progress.