Johanna Björk's article, "The Ins and Outs of Working In-house," made me grin ruefully. Many people think that my job as an art director is glamorous, which makes me spit coffee from laughing so hard. Mad Men gives the impression that my job consists of spending my days dreaming up witty copy as I order my fifth martini at lunch. The reality is something a bit less exciting, I'm afraid.
As Björk points out, the stability, access to clients, and name recognition are all quite lovely. But things like using the same six typefaces for years, and 'greige' walls can get to you.