Further Proof My Job Blows

So I was laying about this morning, flipping through the channels, and I catch an old Madonna music video. In said video, “Beautiful Stranger,” which was a tie-in with one of those Austin Powers movies, she’s driving around in a car with Mike Myers. At one point, there’s a shot of her standing up in the car and grinding her ass into the side of Mike Myers’ head.

At that moment, I realized how lame my job is.

See, the day of that video shoot, Mike Myers’ job consisted of “have Madonna rub ass on my face.” He got paid for that.

On that very same day, I was likely sitting in a sterile office just outside of Boston, conjuring some marketing copy that no one would ever read while a sixty-two year old administrative assistant frolicked just outside my door.

Advantage, Myers.

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