It has been a long time since my last elevator ride at 201 Post Street. As I entered the lobby, waves of memories from my days at Venables Bell & Partners came rushing forward. The elegant and slightly austere entrance bathed in sunlight from the nearly floor to ceiling windows. The crisp whiteness of the furniture. The pile of awards on the staircase shelf. It was a bit like stepping into a time warp, as if for a moment the last five and a half years at my current ad job had never happened.
As my friend Robert and I set out for the evening, we vented about our respective days. Crazy creatives and crazier clients. Surreal shoots. Blown budgets. Stretched thin with no reinforcements in sight. Standard Thursday night advertising business speak. At least to those who have been in the business for long enough to earn their stripes and know that it doesn't matter whose name is on the door...the underlying theme of the circus is always the same.
