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Originally Posted by chelsea24
I'm the same as you Boomer. ENFP. Seems like we're in good company! The Little Mermaid! Wow! Hahaha!  Well that would make sense if I wasn't afraid of water!
Anyway, it appears that I did make the correct career choice by going into advertising. hmmmmm... And I always wondered how I ended up there.  |
Hey Chelsea,
That is a hoot. Ironically, I have said that could I do it over, it would have to be advertising. Of course, I know nothing about how it really works, but in the scenes on television, and in movies, sometimes it shows a room with a bunch of people, around a table, throwing ideas out there. Sometimes they get up and run around and gesture wildly. (I can do that.) High energy. Bouncing off each other. I have been in situations like that for other reasons and I always love it. Is advertising like in the movies? I do so love a creative energy field.
And I am always thinking, "Hey, I have an idea for an ad for that."
Believe it or not, Chels,for about a year I have had this idea for an ad for Metamucil. Yep. You got it. I said Metamucil. My idea is hip and young. Do you believe it? A hip and young ad for Metamucil. (Is it hip to say, "Hip"? I think not. Oh well.)
You know.....maybe I should head to downtown Cincinnati to those world headquarters of Procter and Gamble, known to us locals as "The Ivory Towers." And maybe I should just barge into the CEO's office and make him listen to me..........uh oh........I would be on Channel 9 news so fast. Getting hauled out in handcuffs. Calling out my new slogan for Metamucil, as they dragged me out the door.
Ohhhhhh, I digress this morning. I am kind of like a "Walter Mitty" of advertising. I went to the P&G stockholders' meeting and I sat just a few rows from the front, directly in front of the CEO's podium and a few rows back from that eBay woman who was on the board. But I was just there, being Boomer, nobody important. But little did they know, I had to try so hard to not get up and run through the place, up and down the aisles, shouting my Metamucil slogan idea to the rafters.
So advertising would have been my perfect career I think. But alas. I did not think of it. (Tony seems to think I am some kind of English major. Even though I protest all the time. I think Tony is a little paranoid about English majors. I wonder what the story is on that.)
So anyway, Chels, congrats on the perfect career choice for us ENFP types.
(And if I sound even more like a whackadoo this morning, telling these whackadoo stories, it is because I am snowed in. Winter makes me crazy, crazier, craziest. Why am I still in Cincinnati?)
Boomer