Lately I have been coming back from the agency around 10:30 p.m. -11:00 p.m.. You have to understand how very weird it is to walk out to the parking lot only to see that my car is the only one left in the (very large) parking lot.
But, things have to get done, after all. You see, we have this intern project which requires us, for all intensive purposes, to do a business pitch to the heads of the company. I'm not so much worried about pitching to them, but rather to have my bosses that I work with, as well as my fellow interns in the room.
Also, I have decided to bring in some Flash into the presentation. While it looks great, Flash always seems to leave me working up to hour 0 and wondering "Really, was it REALLY worth it?'
Overall, I feel like I can now appreciate the difficulty of new business pitches now, more so because our presentation was "moved up" a couple days. The use of quotes was because I believe that there really wasn't any emergency which caused them to change it. (After all, the presentations will be attended by some high level people. It doesn't seem like they would have the schedules that permit sudden three hour blocks of presentations to crop up.)
Yesterday was the second installment of 'Lot Rock' -- the agency's way of welcoming in summer. Every week the agency features a band (usually made up of people in the agency) and a type of beer (with wine and Miller as well). Work stops at 5:00 and everyone gathers -- CEOs and peons alike -- to enjoy some music and a beautiful blue Michigan sky. While I could only stay for half of this week's lot rock, I managed to see the rest from my window on the third floor. I could swear that someone must have looked up at my hangdog expression and thought "Thank god I'm not a damn intern."
Next week is something called 'Creativity For Kids'. I don't know what that entails, but the Chevy and Navy experience vans are now parked outside the office. Anything that kids like can ONLY mean fun.
At least, fun for me. (Oh dear, that sounded creepy)
Work goes well, yet each day I realized how everything is becoming less about surviving in an ad agency and more about preparing for my journey across the sea. Currently it stands at 15 days until I find myself living in the land of Hello Kitty for at least a year.
First thing is first -- worry about this presentation, then I can worry about Japan.
Oh...and kicking some rear in our floor-wide Nerf war next week.
