It ain't cool when work encroaches (barges in, lands flat on my chest, crushes my ribs, deflates my lungs and suffocates me half to death, more likely) into my very-sacred-and-currently-terribly-insufficient Me Time. Not cool at all.
They say that advertising isn't a 9 to 5 job. And today, I officially got a one-up from Mere Convert. Today, I became a Firm Believer. From today forth, I shall preach the word: With advertising, there's just no escaping work. (Not that that's a bad thing, of course. *grin*)
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"lands flat on my chest"
i mis-read that as "lands on my flat chest"
O_o
:P
Love ya Pam!
K.Lo
O.U.C.H.
No amount of "Love ya" is gonna save your sorry ass.
Grunt.
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