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HACK AND SLASH

I spent the whole morning and afternoon trying to crack this radio script. I just had a sandwhich for lunch because I wanted to get back to the computer to try and write something.

Around 3pm, I showed my boss the two scripts I made. As I entered her office I said, "This is what you call a dry spell."

She shot down one script and told me to change the punchline of the other script.

The meeting was at 4:30pm.

I sat back at my computer and was stumped.

While all of this was happening, the printer started to go berserk, so our other presentation materials were not coming out right.

Our Business Director came over to check my radio scripts and I told him that I had nothing. He looked like a deer stuck in the headlines. I told him I'll try to come up with something, but if not, we could at least present the other materials.

15 minutes before we had to leave, I started to hack away at the keys, not really sure what I was writing... an idea we had during brainstorm stage but never really fleshed out.

I saw my boss already heading towards the door.

I hit the PRINT button and ran.

Thankfully, the printer began to cooperate, so we had all the materials ready.

I presented the two radio scripts and client loved both of them. Even our AEs, who just heard the radio scripts when I presented them, laughed at the right places.

I am such a hack.

Hack.

Hack.

Hack.

But it most definitely felt good that the work got approved.

11pm

Time to go home.

:-)


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