I'm back!



So. I have this job as an account exec. at an ad agency. 'They' say that ad executives are one of the most hated professionals next to used car sales people... yeah, don't you wish you were in my shoes?



Our specialty at the agency is the automotive industry. Most of our clients are local dealers. We represent the other half of the most hated professionals. It's just one giant cesspool of love around here.



For five days I've been at this convention called NADA. I won't get into the specifics of what the event because you'll probably fall asleep if I do... I did when they sold it to me. The convention took place in Las Vegas, and I took full advantage of the location. It was pleasantly sinful. I figured if they were going to make me work through the weekend, that I would live it up the entire time. Which translates to gambling till 2 or 4 in the morning. I went there not knowing that much about black jack except that if it adds up to 21 you've won, to now, after $200, I'm an official amateur. Oooh - wee! I even have mardi gras beads from the Party Pit to prove it.



It's Thursday and I'm back in the office. Tired. Beaten. Amateur. The convention gave us tons of great leads. It's promising. We're all doing the celebratory dance and high-fives, and the only thing I can think of right now is how I'm going to get back to the black jack tables in Vegas...