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Ahhhh. Hello dahlings.
Already you can sense my fresh attitude. It's fleeting. I'm really quite disjointed today. Time for introspection as I say.
New job in month 5, approaching month 6 and the delightful review I was gauranteed upon hire. Lovely. I've kicked ass so I expect it to go smoothly. However my ridiculously feminine desire to please/judge myself sends razor blade thin drags down my heart on the slightest occasion. Meh. That too enriches my performance. Way to lemonade the situation I say.
In the past 5 months I've managed to push through an idea that I know for a fact would have been thumbed and pill crushed at prior agency, written a tag line for a global campaign that is well loved and will hopefully set my portfolio up a notch...like a shiny notch on the belt of addaboy, concepted a global campaign for a dying product that enlivened the product merely because the campaign is cool (ha), uh what else...plugged in to a group of folks that seemingly would turn on a newbie like wolves on a bunny. So there you go. Not frackin' bad for 5 months.
Moved. Finally. The coop of Bay Ridge was too shitted up and we couldn't have found a better nest. 2 blocks from the museum, park, and Bot Garden. Not to mention cheaper than the 1.2 hour commute to Beirut. Not to mention 300 to 400 more square feet...we're topping out at 1000 I'm guessing. Furniture time. We have pieces that fullfill duties. But an event horizon is approaching and there's a flat screen TV in it. Or is there a trip to the south of France there? Hard to tell with event horizons.
Here's news. I see kids. Not in a haunted hotel twin little girls in a bloody hallway, way. LIke I can see me digging a little mohawked boy named Atticus Jack holding on to the pocket of my jeans in the future. And that's big peeps.
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In short, you have rocked they world. And for that, my dear, they should bump you up a notch or two on the ol' pay scale, not to mention the depth of love scale. Forget the stupid over-consumption Olympiad. It's so beneath you, it's not even funny. But it is sad that so many people still find that the pinnacle of fun.
Congrats again on the new apartment with the amazing space for the amazing deal! Perhaps you'll bring a flat-screen home from the event horizon that is Cannes. I predict you'll go next year, by the way -- for advertising or film. Put a nickel on it right now.
I too can see Atticus Jack traipsing behind you, dragging a ragged adorable folk-art chicken everywhere you two go.
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