I knew last week, but couldn’t say anything. My ad agency is the official agency of record for…..
wait for it….
Consumer Reports magazine.
We will get the full scope of our assignment next week (I anticipate more harried Plurking via mobile phone as we travel!).
I’ve worked on some fabulous accounts in my life, and I’ve worked on gigantic chemical companies that made my father cringe. (I’ve never forgotten a conversation on the phone – “I’ve spent my life as an environmentalist and my daughter works for XX?!” Another city, another job, but still. I hated his disapproval.)
Dad would approve. Highly. My Auntie Karen approves and agreed, Rick would have been proud. I talked about him in the new business pitch, and credited him for my own fervid love of the magazine. It makes me sad he didn’t live to see it, but my joy is still unchecked. Oh, and I got to tour a chunk of the building when we were there – I was almost shaking with excitement. To see where they test cameras, and televisions, and scooters, and laundry detergent. Maybe to some folks this seems mundane and geeky, but to me? Nir-frickin-vana.
Yeah. If I had a 40, I’d pour a little on the curb for ya, Dad.