Just when I think I'm tired and suffering from writer's block... life gives me more material.
First of all, let me give you a nice, funny and ironic fact of my life. As you might know, I belong to the "creative" pack (God how I hate to say that, but there is no way else to describe us). And my best friend? An Account Executive. Ha. Go figure, right? No... honestly, she rocks. I never had women friends because I believe that us gals are calculating bitches who, at any moment, betray ourselves just because. But my friend proved me wrong. We've stuck together through good and really bad times. And this weekend has been... rough on her, to say the least.
My AE gal pal calls me up. Basically, she met this "dude" at work. Married. (Sigh) He said some "things" (I'm trying not to swear, really, I am, because if I start swearing I will tear this man apart, and I'm trying to be polite) that she, while falling in love, decided to believe blindly. Examples? I moved out of the house. I'm getting a divorce. I deserve better, I deserve you. Have faith in me. I will come soon.
Like a great ad, she bought it.
So? She endured the awful faces, the gossip behind her back, the stares, the straight out bad comments about her. All, because she thought she had found her knight in shining armor. She thought wrong. He lied. At this moment, this... (biting my tongue, don't... swear...) man is at his house with his wife and kids.
The punchline is? He's done this before at work.
I am not writing this because I am angry at him. It's because I know lots of chicks at other ad agencies who are dealing with the same shit, right now, at this very moment. Women who are depressed, crying, lonely. They might be drinking as hell, smoking their lungs out, drinking a nice garden variety antidepressant. And those fuckers don't give a rat's ass. They just get laid, grab a boob and go home to their unsuspecting wives.
The simple fact is there are womanizers at wherever we work. And, for all we think we can handle them, it's difficult. You see, the amount of BULLSHIT that we can hear is sometimes overwhelming. You start off not believing any simple fact they say... but at the end of a few months, they master every line... and you fall for it.
You see... they work where we do, so they understand the business. Ad people are different in some way, and don't tell me we're not 'cause you are lying your ass off. We talk funny, we care about stuff that other people could give a shit about. We work long hours, we make dick jokes (ask Joker!)... Mix it all together and you might understand why she fell for it.
There is nothing my dear friend can do. All we are doing right now is being there for her. Awesome thing is? She is so furious, she is stronger than ever. She might be hurting, but this man didn't destroy her.
The one thing I am happy about? Karma is a bitch.
Hm. I should tattoo that somewhere visible. Hm...