Last year about this time, I was prepping myself to leave advertising. I was tired of the routine with our biggest client. I was sure that my next move would be to run my own gig…and then I got an offer to be Creative Director at a lesser-known agency. I just couldn’t refuse that offer. Not because of the money, but the challenge. I find challenges so seductive!
I bombed my BECE French because instead of just submitting the simple ‘My Self’ composition like everyone was doing, I cancelled it out and wrote the much more difficult ‘passe compose’ one that hardly anyone touched. I still haven’t learnt.
So I took this offer. Given my years in advertising, it was at least four years sooner than those openings normally come. I suspended my ‘going solo’ plans and bit. The shoes I stepped in were big European ones. It was ridiculously daunting. During introductions, all the clients commented in different ways about how young I look. They were multinational brands with multinational expectations and there was this kponyoor me. Read More God’s G-spot!