Great story! Early in my career I aspired to make the switch from client side to agency. One day I found myself sitting in the interview hot seat across an ostentatiously huge desk facing the president and founder of one of the largest ad agencies in Houston. Over his shoulder was an enormous oil portrait — of himself. I was offered the job, but turned it down. That day I learned the truth in the adage about learning to love the sound of my feet running away from something that was not meant for me. I followed that up by interviewing to be the media spokeswoman for Enron — exactly 1 year before the company imploded. That job, I would have taken in an instant had it been offered. Enron was THE place to be in those heady days of Oil and Gas and energy deregulation. But I was not offered the role. I went on to take a job with a great company where I stayed for 22 years. Lesson learned that day was divine intervention!
You’ve written another good one,Richard. Your story reminded me of my copywriting days in a PR agency. Some days were exhausting, but others were exciting, because I was creating with words. Peace. Ken
LOVE this! Reminds me of my own long-ago encounter with an ad-man. I was just out of college and he was only a few years ahead of me. My inner Marxist coming to the fore at a New York cocktail party, I said something scornful and luckily unmemorable about the whole concept of advertising. "Do you realize," he said with what I learned to call withering scorn, "that Americans wouldn't even BRUSH THEIR TEETH if it wasn't for advertising?"
Yes, but having problems, minor ones, that should be cleared up by tomorrow when we go to Simi. The heat is not helping, nor is the relentless sun. But Italy calls and I'm looking forward to several weeks there in the coolth of my mountain hideaway.
Great story! Early in my career I aspired to make the switch from client side to agency. One day I found myself sitting in the interview hot seat across an ostentatiously huge desk facing the president and founder of one of the largest ad agencies in Houston. Over his shoulder was an enormous oil portrait — of himself. I was offered the job, but turned it down. That day I learned the truth in the adage about learning to love the sound of my feet running away from something that was not meant for me. I followed that up by interviewing to be the media spokeswoman for Enron — exactly 1 year before the company imploded. That job, I would have taken in an instant had it been offered. Enron was THE place to be in those heady days of Oil and Gas and energy deregulation. But I was not offered the role. I went on to take a job with a great company where I stayed for 22 years. Lesson learned that day was divine intervention!
Patty, yours is a great story (ies) too. Sometimes we get lucky with out misses
Thanks for sharing these wonderful stories.
I'm so glad you like them, Marilyn.
You’ve written another good one,Richard. Your story reminded me of my copywriting days in a PR agency. Some days were exhausting, but others were exciting, because I was creating with words. Peace. Ken
Thanks, Ken.
LOVE this! Reminds me of my own long-ago encounter with an ad-man. I was just out of college and he was only a few years ahead of me. My inner Marxist coming to the fore at a New York cocktail party, I said something scornful and luckily unmemorable about the whole concept of advertising. "Do you realize," he said with what I learned to call withering scorn, "that Americans wouldn't even BRUSH THEIR TEETH if it wasn't for advertising?"
Oh, what a great story! I love it! You must be in Greece now, right?
Yes, but having problems, minor ones, that should be cleared up by tomorrow when we go to Simi. The heat is not helping, nor is the relentless sun. But Italy calls and I'm looking forward to several weeks there in the coolth of my mountain hideaway.
Ah, something lovely to look forward to!