I've been attending this induction programme thing for new poeple in advertising and we've been learning about persentation skills, and how to judge a book by its cover and how not to.
So Friday came and we all had to make our presentations one to the regional chairman, and a 2 executive creative directors, and one looks to the other and they grin and make us feel good/hot/flustered/nervous/shit etc. I feel strange, heaty, like I'm in a trance, like the imaginary guy in my brain who makes the big decisions has smeared my career and run off with my imaginary wife.
Later, I relate the exerise to some of the guys while chugging a bottle of warm stout "I feel like the guy in momento."
I don't like concluding things; I think what qualifies for a good conclusion these days is a conclusion that keeps you thinking, guessing, that leaves the lights on etc. Alvin's MSN nick name tonight is "a happy ending is just a story that hasn't concluded".
Hmmm.
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Where did you find it? Interesting read » »
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