Tuesday, 2 December 2008 @ 2.03pm
I've just finished a tuna sandwich after having a two-hour discussion with three of my art directors. Before that, I was writing four job briefs for the discussion. Now, I have to follow up with client and handle another job. People used to tell me that if you enter advertising, you have no life. I used to think, 'rubbish. It all boils down to time management.' Boy, was I wrong.
Yesterday...I don't even remember yesterday. Ah yes... I walked into office, had non-stop meetings and arguments with my copywriter before rushing down to B2 to get my monthly pass just so I can quickly scoff down my lunch to rush out to DJ for my 4pm appointment. Oh yes, to top that off... my meeting ended at 6pm. I reached office around 7pm and spent just enough time following up with client on our meeting before rushing off to see Eddie (who naturally, was angry because I was late again).
I then went home, did my laundry and attempted to start Kostari. I feel so bad for Mrs N. I cancelled Monday's meeting and I'm trying to schedule in tomorrow. Shit. I hope I can finish off the manual and presentation tonight.
Eddie keeps telling me I need an assistant. And that I work too hard. And that I shouldn't do everything on my own. Call me an anal retentive control freak if you want. But if I don't do what needs to be done right, I can't sleep. I even dreamt about my meeting at Kostari last night.
Poor Eddie. I don't see him as much now. Or spend enough time with him now. I don't spend enough time at home either. And I don't see friends either (can you count working at Get Crafty on weekends as spending time with friends :P?)
Whoever started the phrase, "if you work in advertising, you have no life", is spot on.