Thursday, April 29, 2004

God. I hate it when account management tells me how to write copy. I really don't give two shits what else they do so long as they leave the grammerizin' up to me. Only one of us has a masters in English around here and even though its not me, it sure as hell isn't you.

I'm pretty sure that they hire these people by driving a bus to sorority row at UGA and U of Florida and pick up any girlies who want jobs. Because, honestly, who needs experience when you own that many designer sweater sets?