So I forgot to post about slicing babies in half. And now I’ve forgotten what the exact topic was because I’ve been in an alcoholic haze for 3 days. But I am sofa king happy – our agency just took 8 figures of business away from my nemesis and they don’t know yet. They find out tomorrow. Suckers! I’m going straight to Jimmy Choo after work and buying that purple handbag that looks like a vagina. It’s a wonder that companies are still paying this much for online as I can’t get my big box client to cough up 50k for a microsite. Speaking of that client, this morning I get an email from this marketing whore who just took over a director position in one of the divisions. She started last Wednesday.
Marketing Whore: I’m a little confused as to why you haven’t contacted me yet as you are our digital agency of record.
AT: I always like to give people a week or two to settle in before I bombard them with calls. But congratulations! We’re excited to start working with you. How do you feel about getting together for lunch or drinks this week?
Marketing Whore: I don’t accept lunch invitations from my agencies as I feel it clouds my ability to lead them. I don’t like blurred lines. And I don’t drink.
AT: I can appreciate that. {snort…} How about I swing by tomorrow and we can talk for a while?
Marketing Whore: I have a very busy schedule Agency Tart. I’ll have my assistant get back to you.
She can have her assistant get back to my ass! No one puts Agency Tart in a corner.





