She laughs at what? We'll never know.

Dear readers, well um that's if you guys do exist and any angry berated designer is welcome to of course grace my little spot of fury on the interwebs. My chronicles of slavery working in The Agency From Hell from where the last post I had about the ever changing brochure has yet another interesting tale for you little devils!

It was one of those dreary mornings when you feel like you had to drag your hung over ass to work. As if the notion of having to listen to one of my bosses "I soooooo much more fucking superior then you as a human being" speech was bad enough I was introduced to a new designer, an addition to our already over worked slave labor creative department. Oh my you can imagine my joy, "yay an extra hand to lighten our load!!" What a bunch of bollocks.

Of course being the nice colleagues that we are, we showed the new girl around, did the perfunctory lunching together to welcome her to our team. Just as we were about to tuck into our cheap ass canteen meal, the new girl started to laugh. Not a tiny giggle or a hee hee but a real loud hearty laugh! Hmmmm as I recalled no one told a joke and neither of us were in a sparkly mood to tell one either. There was a unison of silence we stared at her, she continued staring into space and laughing. In that moment I thought to myself, "Is the pressures of being in the advertising and media industry that taxing on one's mental health that they'll go mad?!!"

That was just the beginning of her madness, not only did we find out that she is a freshy from college, her design skills is somewhere from 0 to abysmal. Now at that early stage in my design career I was no veteran either however most of us working there could handle at the very least 2 design projects plus 1 other pitching job on a daily basis. We even worked weekends for no pay at all just so to please our tyrant bosses, we all afraid of losing our jobs as it was during the time when the economy decided to fuck everyone in the ass with a cactus. So instead of helping us, New Girl (let's call her Kate from now on) added to our already taxing burden. On top of our own projects we had to correct and tutor her in ways of the 'aesthetic perfection'. She was a pain in the ass from the beginning to the end, when we delegated simple jobs to her she would look at us like we were asking her to perform blowjobs on everyone of us, or that the task is immeasurably tough. Now let me ask you, how tough is it to design a generic 1 color tshirt with minimalist graphics? I could strangle her. Grrrrr

One morning after Kate had joined us for a month, I found her curiously staring at a blank photoshop document and laughing at it as tho there was something funny in there. Now her laughing fits were starting to freak people out, does Kate have an imaginary friend telling her jokes? Was the office haunted with comedienne ghosts? (I worked in a really old antiqued factory building then).

Her strangeness continues to bug us endlessly, it was one Saturday while pushing for a pitching job, her madness went into over drive. I shit you not! Oh ho ho ho. Our dear Kate not only likes to stare into space and laugh at nothing she is unequivocally absolutely and ultimately A JESUS FAG! Now now folks before you think I am some Christian hating jihadist, church burning bitch, I am not. I have alot of well adjusted Christian friends to attest to that I'm not, but what irks me is when someone with a different faith impose upon another person's religion by saying that their own religion is better or their God is better or if you're a Christian already that your church is not as awesome as mine. Anyway back to our dear Kate, if memory serves me right, she started a conversation about the Christian faith with my accounts manager. I was busy with my work so I didn't notice it first but as the minutes passed, Kate was still plastered at my accounts manager's cubicle rattling on and on about 'OH MY CHURCH IS SOOO FANTASTIC YOU SHOULD COME VISIT, Jesus is yadda yadda yadda' to ad infinitum. My accounts manager was already giving me the 'come rescue please' look, apparantly unbeknownst to me kate had been plastered there for at least a good hour. Wow talk about religious propaganda. With haste I quickly turn to Evonne (my accounts manager), "Oh Evonne, hey could we go out for a smoke?! I have something to discuss with you?".

For a moment there, Kate had wanted to continue her religious tirade and follow us but on hearing the words 'Cigarette' and 'Smoke', the Jesus fag in her decided to not to follow us worshippers of 'sin'. Well you can't be an angel to work in this mean industry but hey as long as you treat your fellow human beings well and they treat you well in return, its all good and fair right? I sure hope so. :)

So anyway what become of Kate after that religious episode? Someone in the HR decided to kick her to a dead end department until she decides to resign. After all if we fired her we wouldn't want to be bathed in a religious hellfire. :)