...and this is it.

Unlike these Dodge Grand Caravan claims I've never literally given birth to anything.  I have; however, sacrificed by body for the last 8 months to build a small human who is growing stronger and stronger every day thanks to a rather significant and constant supply of my life force.  Around November 16 I will (literally) give birth to this person.  When that happens I'll probably somehow manage to hate this commercial even more that I do now.  Given my present level of disgust toward the Dodge brand and everyone involved in creating this spot I can only imagine that women who have experienced childbirth in all its gory pain have got to hate it too.  Hey, it's a good thing this isn't the same group of people responsible for making 80% of the household automotive purchasing decisions!  Wait...  Oh the irony.

I'm comfortable enough to admit that some days I can't for the life of me figure out why the hell I work in advertising.  If you're like me, you probably already understand why.  If you're not like me you probably need to ask yourself why you're reading my Posterous.

Anyone in advertising who tells you that they never doubt their decision to be in advertising is a liar.  Especially at this day and age.  Sure, it's got its perks.  You get to wear t-shirts to the office and bring your dog to work and play Rock Band anytime you want, but when you're not doing those fun things you're most likely getting your ass handed to you in one way or another. 

Every time I ask myself why I'm in advertising I remember this.  This is what started it all for me.  I love it.  Also, I hate it. 

My new office on the creative floor is huge and has mustard yellow walls.  Mustard yellow gives me anxiety, but maybe not in a bad way.  Maybe it's just the kick in the pants I need.  Latin music is blaring and they're taking call in orders for the Kebab House.  I'm telling you, two different worlds.