I suppose I could take the easy route, and blame my lack of progress in the old media biz on the fact that I'm not a perky, well-connected blonde, or perhaps a gay hispanic with delightful tales of local dinner theater.
I could also bemoan the inequality of cretinous sales people raking in the dough while I do the hard part -being creative. Slaving over a concept for days, only to have the account executive come back from the client to say "They loved it, but can you take that tasteful graphic, change that from Garamond to Thunderbay and then make it FLASH! And how many times can we crawl the words "SALE!SALE!SALE!SALE!SALE!SALE!SALE!SALE!SALE!SALE!SALE!SALE!" across the bottom of the screen?
No, I choose to take the high road, believing it's because I'm too "Big'nTall" to shop at the Buckle, and then finding solace in the fact that you can't lose property value if you rent, they can't repossess your car if you only paid $300 for it upfront, and your stocks can't tank if you don't play the market.
Happy Boxing Day.
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