- Our confessions series is a platform where young professionals from the
advertising, marketing and media world will get to pour their hearts out on how the outbreak of coronavirushas affected their daily routines, the good, bad and ugly sides of working while under house arrest and talk about if it's even possible to balance work and personal life in a situation like this.
- In our latest edition,
Andrew Jacquet, a Copywriter by profession and Graphic Designer for his love of ‘dark arts’, talks about the challenges of dealing with anxiety when the world is falling apart and trying to be creative every day.
My thoughtful fantasies of being Will Smith in I Am Legend are rudely interrupted by a Zoom call. Zoom has, over the last few weeks become the world’s primary distributor of unsolicited pornography, in addition to being a video conferencing app. It’s my boss, and he doesn’t sound too happy. Our client changed the brief again, and we (by which he means me) have just one hour to revise everything. I sigh; my plans of playing a round of CS-GO all day are ruined. But with no alternative in sight, I begrudgingly agree to the deadline and my copy is equally as begrudgingly accepted. This cycle continues for the next 12 hours, interrupted only by a series of video conferences where everyone over 40 spends embarrassing amounts of time giving briefs while their system is on mute.
To me, being a copywriter in the End Times is not all that different from how it’s always been. My hours are still outrageous, bordering on sweatshop territory; but lacking the prestige of working for Nike and my clothing is still highly unprofessional if I choose to wear anything at all. Perhaps most unsurprisingly to everyone associated with the advertising business, the sacred line between my work and personal time is as non-existent as Taiwan is to the World Health Organisation. Trust me, Google it. On the fortunate side, many of the inefficiencies that would take up a plurality of my time like dangling out of a local train for an hour and a half and the endless meetings which could have been summarised in the subject line of an email, have been wholly eliminated. I would even go so far as to say that the solace of a quiet home is a far more nurturing work environment than an office with colleagues trying to ambush you so they can show off their new kid.
On a more personal front, there’s always the anxiety that my aging parents could get infected, but the fear of losing everyone I love in addition to my entire life’s savings is greatly mitigated by HR who never fail to send me emails about the best way to wash my hands, at least five times a week. Those really help. My strategic reserves of Kingfisher have gradually been exhausted, and I’ve had to resort to drinking breezers instead, not ideal circumstances, but I’ve heard of cases where people were forced to drink Bira – so I still count my blessings. In a weird sort of way, I’m far more connected to my family in these trying times, even if it is just small talk, than I ever have been before, thanks to apps like Houseparty and Discord; and all it took was COVID: 19. If there ever were a Biblical plague, maybe my parents and I could finally have a conversation about my poor career choices.
When the dust settles and the economy claws its way out of the next recession, I see digital
- By Andrew Jacquet, Copywriter