The Big One

Here's what's been happening.

The Jeeb - agency of my employment - is actually a teensy tiny subsidiary of a massively huge advertising scion. Let's call it Big Poppa. The Jeeb and Big Poppa share many of the same clients, but the peeps at Big Poppa usually do all the sexy work like TV commercials, while my compadres and I here at The Jeeb work on decidedly less sexy shelf signage and print ads.

However.

This week Big Poppa had a capital-i-Important meeting to present TV concepts to a client we share. Fancy Client was not down with what they saw. So Fancy Client called us and asked if we could show them something.

By Monday.

So, that's what I've been doing EVERY WAKING SECOND FOR THE PAST WEEK. Trying to pull a miracle out of my ass. Hopefully this has been accomplished, since everything was sent to the printer this morning to be made into presentation boards. My boss is handling the meeting so now all I can do is wait.

Oh, and catch up on everything I've been neglecting for a week. Like my other clients. And my children. And my blog. I'm kind of a mess but if things go well - if Fancy Client loves the work - well, the payoff is huge.

And if they hate it, I may be moving in with my parents for a while.

Fingers crossed.