I believe that the above is what Shakespeare wrote that the man who had no music in him was fit for. So my only excuse for a number of people with whom I have been dealing this week is that they are tone fucking deaf.
Office politics are wearisome, but I wonder if Agency Politics deserve not only capital letters of their own, but a whole new definition of “wearisome”: perhaps it’s because the usual issues of status, survival, preference and allegiance are mixed in with the lifeblood of an Agency’s currency: ideas and creativity – so the final mix is so horrifyingly heady, it’s almost inevitable that the tensions will be heightened. It could also be that advertising has more than its fair share of Prima Donnas, sadists, egomaniacs and Grade A cunts…
As ever, the only way to get round the politics is to confront issues head on: not play by the unspoken rules of “you can’t confront someone who is bad-mouthing you, they’ll just deny it”: I think “America’s Next Top Model” has proven beyond doubt that confrontation and clarification is the best way to handle Machiavellian machinations, and cut through the brambles and briars of bitchery with the bright, clean sword of shouting nose to nose.
So, the issue is resolved for the moment, but I daresay that I shall be typing similar sentiments e’er long…
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