Sí, de acuerdo, me encanta, me gusta, adoro mi trabajo. Pero después de un agosto intensivo, necesito perder de vista todo esto. Sin teles, sin revistas, sin vallas…
El caso es que no voy mucho por allí, tengo la suerte de ir, recoger briefings, hacer brainstormings y llevarme el trabajo a casa. Estoy ya demasiado mal acostumbrado, no podría pasar más de ocho horas seguidas en una oficina, me mareo sólo de pensar en volver a esa rutina diaria de todas las mañanas consistente en entrar, poner buena cara y meterme en mi cubículo durante horas y horas, a veces días enteros. Intentar que mi ejecutiva de cuentas intente vender decentemente lo que acabo de parir, defenderlo de una forma u otra, cómo sólo ella sabe. Bailarle el agua a los clientes, darles la razón y hacerles sentir creativos.
Aquí es bonito el producto, pero los entresijos son odiosos. Como el fútbol. Como casi todo.
Uy, con estos posts tan cortitos, me estoy recordando a Luis.
Posted by: Karras on Septiembre 24, 2003 11:00 PMmachista, por que no salen tus piernas???
En realidad me mosquea que estés a 200 m. mio y no me llames
Posted by: quintogato on Septiembre 24, 2003 11:10 PMA mí me mosquea que sepas que estoy abajo y no me tires tus trenzas para que suba. Mis piernas, te las enseño,
pero te aviso que son bastante menos atractivas. Todo sea por la igualdad de sexos.
del mío me está empezando a preocupar que ocupe tantas horas de mi vida, porque ya no sólamente allí, sentada... que ya jode pasarse horas y horas sentada, sino que al salir, siga en mi cabeza, también durante horas. Me preocupa. Fuera, fuera.
Posted by: vann on Septiembre 25, 2003 12:15 AMVade retro, Avid!
Posted by: Karras on Septiembre 25, 2003 12:22 AMUps..creo que dije mucho " va de retro " que se me acabo al final...y ahora me pone un poco triste..pero bueh..
Posted by: trux on Septiembre 25, 2003 01:01 AMJajajaja yo quiero ver a quintogato tirando sus trencitas hacia abajo para que suba el "peque" de karras!
Ya que estamos... poned foto ;-)
mmm... es arriesgado, pero te mantendremos informada
Posted by: Karras on Septiembre 25, 2003 11:28 AMqué va, me encanta trabajar con avid, pero es que... muchas horas... misma postura... pero hay que comer.
Posted by: vann on Septiembre 26, 2003 09:25 AMm acabo d dar cuenta q somos la misma clase d persona laboral.
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The square kicks some cats are on stay with them;
The hip bits, like, go down under;
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Gave you the message: Caesar had big eyes;
If that's the sound, someone's copping a plea,
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