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The Sun on the snow

The office blog continues, as the intern follows a conversation his bosses are having, whilst he is fabricating an excel table... The ideas floating around are wonderful and quite honestly, I am jealous not to be able to participate in that delicious discussion... after all, my field is more creative and events are a big interest of mine... in this case, it is a closed conversation about a fashion show pitch to take place sometime in 2006, which of course sounds intesting to me. In the meantime they are pretty well andvanced and I have taken an intersting phonecall after lunch.

A mr. Somesuch called me and asked me if the Agency could organise a singles party, which is a laudable endeavour in itself, in one month. Not to put too fine a point on things, he sounded rather disorgaanised... they had no location, nor did they have a date to give me, nor could he tell me what he planned to do during the party. He didn't even have a budget (which is usually the first thing you need to organise a party, as far as I know....)

oh well... I mus be becoming slightly blase..

enjoi!

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