As a former accountnik, I remember well the feeling of distinct inferiority in the ad agency pecking order that I had whenever one found out my title (or, more likely, could tell my position based on what I was wearing). I imagine that it is the same feeling that I would get if I turned up at Greenwich Yacht Club and sidled up to the bar.
I, of course, didn’t take it lying down but rather decided that it was time to go where the glory was and become a creative.
The phrase “the grass is always greener” never rang so true, though it is undeniable that the traffic ladies and select account-side girls (though clearly not The Pretty AE) looked at me with more interest after I made the move.
At any rate, I have been recently talking to an account-side friend of mine about the vague idea that we have of starting up our own agency. I was giving him a hard time, saying that clearly we couldn’t split it evenly because creative talent is the ad agency product and was this more valuable than his contributions when he laughed and said something very close to this:
Which got me thinking that, somehow, most agencies with names on the door have at least one account-side name and occasionally two and that, perhaps, he was on to something and I had better get my ass in great and show him and his account-side brethren some proper fucking respect.
Then I got into the office and had a brief on my chair with a post-it note on it that said that the account team needed ideas to the client by noon and it all started to wear off…