The Office

Yesterday I was browsing several websites on contemporary design and stumbled across this photo of my old office. So I thought I'd share this highly-glamorized shot of my former abode.

This picture was snapped before my partner and I were given the reigns to the Taco Bell account back in 1999. Before the gentlemen in the bottom cubicle (with pirate flag) left the agency and went on to lucrative careers as directors.

The offices, by any account, are an amazing place. A visual candyland that always stirs the "ooohs" and "ahhhhs." I spent close to 15 years with TBWA Chiat/Day and had a great time, but make no mistake, it is an office. A place where work gets done.

Sometimes at night.

Sometimes on weekends.

Sometimes on wedding anniversaries.

Or worse, during the seventh game of the World Series.

Let's also not forget that the work we're talking about is the ridiculously sublime work of advertising. A world of talking chihuahuas, animated mucus membranes and shameless actors who once had promising movie careers but now find themselves pitching discounted monthly phone plans.

As stimulating as it all may or may not appear, I'm here to tell you there isn't enough bright yellow paint or cool architectural angles in the world that can take the under-achieving sting out of..."Oh shit what are they going to put on my tombstone?"