The company’s annual awards banquet was last night. I could write about it, but it would really be sort of pointless, since it was pretty much identical to last year.
Same venue, timetable and agenda.
Same awful blanched asparagus.
Same percentage of the ladies (give or take) in heels that were at least 3”.
Same silly name(s) for the award(s).
Not to mention that Joel and I were, once again, the only men present not wearing ties…
…and that I WON the silly-named award!
*starts dancing like Morris Day*
Yup. Advertising’s Employee of the Year*. Second year in a row**. It’s amazing how much validation one can get from a piece of paper held to a painted board by a sheet of plastic. I mean that. I’m not just being sardonic. Despite all my cynicism, they’ve convinced me: I rock the advertising department. Consistently. Go me.
OK, I’m done now. Thanks for your indulgence. As you were.
*One of two awarded.
**Third time I’ve gotten it in ten years of employment.