caption id=”attachment_137″ align=”alignnone” width=”600″ caption=”Tria and I (almost) won the office decorating contest this Christmas. Rigging this up was probably the most manual labor I’ve done at a job. We are such dorks but hey it beats Excel.”]
A few words about the job I am leaving, for those who like before-and-after scenarios. I work at an ad agency in a building shared with Marvel Comics. Numerous full-size superhero replicas haunt our floor, including a giant Spiderman on wheels. Spiderman is frequently relocated. Sometimes I hyperventilate when he comes wheeling unexpectedly around the corner at me while I’m trying to walk to the bathroom without pissing my pants.
I share an office with the most kickass media planner on the block, Tria (pictured in antlers below). It’s her birthday today, Happy Birthday Tria! In general, as far as coworkers go, mine are normal enough. One of bosses Kevin and I take turns buying cookies for each other so he’s swell in my book. Once he taped a $5 above my door to see if Tria and I would notice since we’re both vertically challenged. I found it but had to get someone else to reach it down for me…this was one of the more exciting incidences during my time in the office.
A highlight of my day is lunch, which is generally spent in 1 of 3 ways. The first 2 involve pilfering subsidized or free food like a real self-supporting New Yorker.
What I do on lunch hour
30% of the time: Meet with friends in Bryant Park or at someone’s p-i-m-p (read: bargain basement priced) office cafeteria…how else would I know that Scadden serves delicious fried chicken? Didn’t expect that.
10%: Slip off to a long lunch with coworkers and sales reps, if it is Friday or another happy day. Eat steak. Creep back into office. Attempt to disguise the Cheshire Cat grin stretched across my face.
60%: Sit at desk eating microwavable food and composing something in Microsoft Office, compulsively pressing Control-S for assurance while fervently making calls, pulling reports and doing some 7th grade math. These lunchtime funfests end with an “Ahh” when the final deliverable is delivered and the final conference is called. At this point it is time to run out for late afternoon cookie and Diet Coke. Mmm, a day full of vitamins and minerals.
Planning Disney’s digital media does, as you might expect, involve exploring numerous children’s websites. My most alarming finding is tween and teen virtual worlds: check out Gaia and Zwinky. When you set your avatars up on these sites they’re all wearing such skanky underwear. Cover up, minors, for chrissake!
Anyway. I might miss my job, particularly the responsibility and the satisfaction I get when my media projects succeed. I have been enjoying work and NYC more with each year and feel like I’m improving as a planner and a NYer – but I am itching to roam. It barely feels like a choice any more because I will be dissatisfied and fidgety if I don’t. So, sayonara deliverables, Excel and Spiderman! Tomorrow is my last day.