HART

During the joke of an interview at Hart, the creative directors kept talking about themselves excessively and even started describing the lobby and how it had sofas in it. Throughout their ego-boosting session, they kept bringing up the fact that they had lost a friendly competition with another internal creative team. The third time they mentioned it, the funny side of me said, “Ah, so that’s what the sofas are for—as in therapy.”

Yeah, they were a little butthurt and didn’t take kindly to my comment—like, get over your fucking selves. And of course, I wasn’t offered a position, but I did get the chance to look over the creative director’s mediocre body of work—shocker.

In light of their callous rejection, I wrote and designed this, laminated it, and then sent it in the mail for the world to see.

Then they sicced their lawyers on me—boo-hoo, wah.