Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Annoyed!

My boss is sooo checked out. He's barely interested in what I'm doing. It wouldn't bother me if he then just let me alone to do my job. But no, we have to go through the motions of him being creative director. We present our work to him and he looks bored and underwhelmed. Then he disappears into his office and makes meaningless little revisions (change "personal finances" to "household budget" because he just likes it better that way) and makes sure we know he thinks what we do is meaningless and mundane.

For perspective, what we're doing now is developing new creative for a project that will go into the homes of 640,000 customers this September. It is estimated to be worth well over $1 million to our client. So it is important, if not to my boss.

It would be nice if he could manage to stay awake while reviewing it!



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A Word about Chicago Baseball

Remember what they taught in Sunday School -- "Blowing out another's candle won't make yours shine brighter?" White Sox fans sure don't.

It is a myth that I hate the Chicago White Sox. I'm sure their roster is filled with perfectly lovely young men. In fact, over the past decade I have developed a genuine fondness for infielder Paul Konerko.

It is true, however, that I hate White Sox fans. Why? Because they hate me. They live to blow out my happy little Cubbie candle.

Why are White Sox fans so hostile to Cub fans? It's just how they are. Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, Sox fans gotta hate.

Which is why I am sooooo happy when the Cubs kicked serious South side ass last night, and did it at the Cell. 

I know this will ultimately be yet another disappointing season on the North side. I know the Sox will undoubtedly make the play offs.

But tonight's 12-3 win? As the song says, "They can't take that away from me."