A day in the life at an ad agency, by Gavin Reacts

I leave the apartment, my "creative office" outfit on point.

The L train was late, I’m stressin. I sneak into the office at 9:45, only to realize that it’s Friday, nobody cares.

 

There’s not much to do. I look to my CD, asking for work. “I’ll send you something later.”

 

I cruise the internet. I take Buzzfeed tests. I am good at this. 

 

Email comes in! Yay! Work to do! “Can you get this copy done LIKE ASAP ???!!!??! THE CLIENT NEEDS IT LIKE ASAP !!!!!!!”

 

I AM WRITING WITH THE FIRE AND FURY OF A THOUSAND COPYWRITING FINGERS, DO NOT BREATHE IN MY DIRECTION!!! THIS MUST GET DONE WITH SPEED AND PRECISION, WHERE’S MY COFFEE?/!!!!!!

 

*Sends work, gets email back* “Nice job, approved.”

I gather everything up for lunch, only to be scheduled for a meeting in 10 minutes.

The meeting has nothing to do with me. I stare at the clock, reciting my chipotle order over and over again.  I am hallucinating guacamole. 

I get my burrito bowl. Sanity has been restored.

 

Email: “Here’s a new little project, it’ll be REALLY fun!” I open the brief. It’s pharma. “Yes,” I think solemnly, “this sure will be fun.”

 

I send off my work. I include a joke in my email. I don’t know if the CD will think it's funny. Oh god, she thinks I suck. The work probably sucks too. What have I done? I’m a disgrace to copywriting. 

 

“LOL!", she responds. Life is fine. Except for the client edits. You want me to write WHAT in under 40 characters? U for real?

 

Everything’s cool, life is good. Why? Because it’s 5:00, it’s Friday, and it’s PAYDAYYYYYYY! Happy Hour where u at!!!??