Yes that’s right … DON’T give Rob a job.
Is it because he’s bald?
Is it because he lives in Sheffield?
Is it because he’s too clever for his own good?
Well as much as they’re all good reasons to deny him his destiny, it’s actually for a completely different reason.
You see it gives me the absolute greatest, greatest of pleasure to announce that the brilliant, wonderful, clever, kind bald-bloke Rob Mortimer [not to be confused with the brilliant, wonderful, clever, kind bald-bloke NP or the evil, vindictive, average bald bloke, errrrm – me] no longer needs a planning job because a UK agency has shown vision, intelligence and common sense and offered him a job.
Now I can’t say who this agency is as things are still being sorted out – plus there’s another company vying for his attention [bus analogy anyone] who he has to see before making his final choice – however what we can all be happy about is that in a short while, Mr M will be a bonafide fucking advertising planner!!!
Quite frankly this is well overdue but it’s bloodyfuckingbrilliant news – so on behalf of everyone who reads this blog as well as the entire mob at cynic, I congratulate you – plus whichever agency you end up working at! [Well done guys, you’ve made a top decision!!]
OK – so that’s Age, Will and now Mr M who are sorted out so all we need are a couple of companies to see sense and hire the quite brilliant Marcus and Lauren and then we’ll have a whole set of uber-happy-working-people!
I knew it was going to be a good year!
PS: Make sure your contract stipulates you must keep up your blog. I don’t want to lose you like I’ve lost Will!
[No Andy, giverobajob had nothing to do with it!]