Boobs, I love you.
I worked on the Chase account years ago, and they were the dumbest, nastiest people. We had clients there who made million dollar marketing decisions based on personal color preferences. I'm not kidding.
My favorite client request of all, though, was a holiday offer they were promoting: apply for one of their credit cards and receive a "Rudolph, The Red Nosed Reindeer" DVD. (Some crappy animated movie, not the classic T.V. special) We were told to use a screen shot of the village square with a huge Christmas Tree in the center. BUT, so as to not offend anyone who didn't celebrate Christmas, we had to have all the ornaments, including the star at the top of the tree, photoshopped out of the shot.
I don't miss those days. At. All.
Although I do miss my boss. He passed away over the weekend. J2 and I paid a shiva call last night.
Oh, and his reaction to the above: "Jesus Christ! What a bunch of morons." Then again, Alan was a Jew who got a huge kick out of being Santa Claus every year at his wife's elementary school. LOVED HIM!
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)
Updated On: 5/5/11 at 12:11 PM