One day, I am at work. Not much jobs in my desk. I think everything is peachy. Then, my eyesight goes dark, my head starts tingling and I almost go down walking to my cublicle. Yes my friends, anxiety attacked. Hard. It wasn't my load of work. It was just ad life. It sometimes can come and bite you in the ass.
Good thing my pop is a doctor (not the asshole who wants the logo, I mean my real dad). He gave me a good sedative to calm my nerves until I got my head straight, but told me I either got a vacation pronto or I would get myself deeper in trouble. I popped one of those suckers... Ah. My boss would yell at me for whatever reason, and all I had was a nice smile in my face. My Traffic Coordinator would ask for a million changes for one half page and I did it with such a dead calm it was scary. Eventually I calmed down, took a week vacation and never had one again.
Once again... Advertising Sucks. Damn! I don't hear bankers having such things to deal with! Secretaries? Lawyers? Not a peep from them. All I hear is yachts, golfing and spa days. And you know why? Because they get a shitload of money for what they do. We, on the other hand, get paid shit and have to deal with egos, bitches, assholes and just plain dumb people. Sometimes a bigger paycheck makes it all worth while. I recently heard of some dude who got paid 6K every two weeks. Six motherfucking thousand dollars!!! (Here comes the Google Hurricane Banner again, damn) I only think what could I be doing with that kind of money. I guess I would invest it in beach getaways and psychiatrists. No way. Even better. Weekly body massages done by, who else... Sicilian Hunks. (Go Corleones!)
I got a friend who came in couple of days ago, with an anxiety attack as well. All I could think of was, darn, if this chick would get some Xanax .25 pills, everything would be ok. I mean... this job is difficult sometimes. It drains us. Vacations can come and go, but sometimes we need that extra help to get thru the day.
WAIT! I got it! I know why we drink too much! It's because we don't have time to go to the doctor and get ourselves a prescription! All I have to figure out is the meaning of life. Oh well.