You lucky bastard.
You caught me at my best.
But let me tell you what you’re missing out on.
You don’t have to sit through me fighting tooth and nail for the last shitty subheadline. You don’t have to wait ten years while I figure out digital. You don’t have to pay for the years it took me to learn the difference between an “idea” and a “thought.” You won’t see me hungover and unusable in your meeting. And I no longer believe that sexiness and efficiency are somehow in conflict.
I know the client isn’t the enemy. I know silence in a presentation isn’t weakness. I know one good question beats ten good answers.
And I know that the best work doesn’t happen when everyone’s comfortable. It happens when we are brave enough to say: “this isn’t it yet.”
You’re getting someone for whom it physically hurts when the work isn’t good enough. Not because of the award.
Because when we do it right, advertising doesn’t just ask. It gives.