At the risk of sounding like a big little cry baby, I’m going to tell you what has transpired since Wednesday this week and an important lesson it has taught me, but one I fail to learn from.
Wednesday – Evening
Client: *Panic!* We need an AV done in a week from today.
Servicing: A week?! Sure. It’ll be a breeze.
Copywriter: A week?! Sure. ‘Cause I have nothing better to do.
Thursday – Morning
Copywriter: Give me a brief. A brief! A brief! A goddamn brief!
Thursday – Afternoon
Servicing (via mail): Here’s your brief.
Copywriter: You call this a brief?! This is not a brief! This is four JPGs. Of an article. That the client scanned. From a magazine. GIVE ME A BRIEF!
Thursday – Night
Servicing (via mail): Here’s your brief.
Copywriter: Gah!*
*At this point, the copywriter’s life since after college starts flashing in front of her eyes in dramatic, choppy editing style. The copywriter drowns in a deep sense of regret and despair for having not listened to her father and done an MBA. But she struggles, fights and comes up for air, because she knows she’ll never be able to live down the ‘I told you so’s that will follow.
Friday – Morning
Copywriter: *Panic! Sweaty palms and armpits. Rapid heart palpitation. Even more rapid typing.*
Friday – Afternoon
Copywriter: *Disbelief.* Ohmygod! I actually have something. Sure, it’s puke-inducing. But I have something! I must raise my arms to the skies like that dude from Creed. I must!
Friday – Evening
ECD: And that, dear client, is what we had in mind.
Client: I really like it, but…
Copywriter (aside): *Panic!* Uh-oh! The client said, “But”. This can’t be good. Where’ s a shiny, sharp object when you need one?
Client (while eyeing now zombie-eyed creative with measured suspicion): …But, we realise now we don’t have any money to do this. Apparently, you need money to make a film. And we don’t have any. *Awkward laughter.*
ECD: Heheheh! No problem. It’s not like we had anything better to do anyway.
Copywriter: Gah! Outrage! Oh, wait. Does this mean I don’t have to work the weekend? And crazy hours through the week? Does this mean I can meet my friend when he visits from another city on his birthday and make plans like a normal human being? Does this mean I can clean my house, stock up my refrigerator, sleep, read and watch a movie to unwind? *Choir starts singing ‘Haaaaaaaaaaa-llelujah! ’Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Halleeeeeeeee-luuuuuuuuu-jaaaaaaaaah!’ Sense of calm descends. Out-of-body’ experience is experienced. Copywriter rubs hands and sniggers in manic glee. Snigger soon gives way to ‘Muahahahaha!’ Thunder and lightning follow.*
Saturday – Early Morning
Copywriter: *Lying on back in bed, gloating*
Saturday – Late Morning
Copywriter: *Lying on right side in bed, gloating*
Saturday – Early Afternoon
Copywriter: *Lying on left side in bed, gloa-* *Phone rings* Hmmm… ECD calling. To answer or to pretend to have been struck by last night’s lightning? Hello?
ECD: I’m sorry to put a spanner in your weekend but…
Copywriter (aside): *Panic!* Uh-oh! The ECD said, “But”. This can’t be good. Where’ s a shiny, sharp object when you need one?
Copywriter (out loud): Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s not like I have anything better to do, anyway.
ECD: Great. ‘Cause lakhs of rupees miraculously emerged and the project is back on. Script it out will you? We still need the finished product on Wednesday. Morning.
Copywriter: Yessir.
Saturday – Late Afternoon
Copywriter: *Finds shiny, sharp object. Resists urge to slit wrists. Types as furiously as she is furious.*
Saturday – Late Night
Copywriter: *Finishes script that passes all internal filters. Sighs. Important realisation dawns on her for the millionth time. She knows there’s a lesson here she’ll never learn.*
And that is: Nothing good every came from answering the phone. And if it’s answered on a weekend, with someone from work at the other end, rest assured you too, like me, have made a HUGE MISTAKE!
On that note, go visit ‘This Advertising Life’. It’s a riot and half.


















