Besides mine, I can think of two jobs you need to be crazy to do.
Only crazy city workers drive those little machines with the giant tubes that suck up garbage. This morning, one particularly wild-eyed lunatic kind of chased me down Carlton Street while singing in Italian.
You need to be crazy to be a school crossing guard. There's nothing like a whistle and some reflective tape to channel your inner crazy. And then there's Premier of Ontario. Have you seen Dalton McGuinty's new ads? He can't WAIT to close the separate schools....he's almost giddy about it!
My friend CS who will be visiting from Ottawa this weekend has a crazy job. She programs Weight Watchers meetings in her community. Weight Watchers, to their credit, only hires "graduates" of the program. But to keep her job, my friend needs to stay within 4 pounds of her goal weight at all times, or she gets a warning.
Maybe I'll try that little trick with the creative department. Yo fatty....hand out of the TimBit box or these are this could be your last day in advertising.
Happy Friday everybody. We worked for it.
Friday, September 14, 2007
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