Richard Rader of JWT is having an affair
Before you ask "WTF!?":
While walking home tonight I found this letter lying on the ground. I'm a curious bastard so of course I stopped, picked it up and glanced over it. I read the first paragraph:
Now you can start with the "WTF". What made it creepy was right as I found this letter Another Version Of The Truth started playing on my psp. Isn't it a full moon tonight?
The letter goes on to explain the woman's current situation. She's apparently trying to find a new job in advertising.
Midlife crisis material, victim of downsizing; both and neither could apply. Fairly mundane descriptions follow of her interview at MCI and at a shopping mall as Director of Marketing. It's owned by a fairly large privately-held company so advancement opportunity is there.
Yawn. Some of you may have clicked back by now. "Who the fuck is Dick Rader!?" I can hear you asking the monitor. Well...
Oh, snap.
It goes on to congratulate an unknown someone for their trip to "the Islands" and that whomever it's address to, is leaving "Brian" soon. The letter is signed (in blue handwritten ink) "Love, Mary".
So Mary; shame on you. Next time buy a paper shredder before some random, overly curious soul finds your dirty laundry and posts it on the internet for all to see. If anyone wants I can take a picture of the letter if you're curious.
Why did I post this? Hell I'm not sure myself, it seemed good for a laugh at the time. It's not that hard to read someone else's email but how often do you get the chance to do it to snail mail?
While walking home tonight I found this letter lying on the ground. I'm a curious bastard so of course I stopped, picked it up and glanced over it. I read the first paragraph:
"And do not, under any circumstances, worry about leaving Brian behind. He will go on and find some nice, plain, ask-no-questions girl to suit his simple needs. You have something much more interesting in store for you. You've already given him enough. Leave him behind with a warm kiss, and a smile and hope you will always be friends. That's all."
Now you can start with the "WTF". What made it creepy was right as I found this letter Another Version Of The Truth started playing on my psp. Isn't it a full moon tonight?
The letter goes on to explain the woman's current situation. She's apparently trying to find a new job in advertising.
"I've hit all the agencies out here from very large to very small. And the funny thing is, I've finally decided I really don't want to go back to work for an agency. Maybe it's my age creeping up on me. Yikes, it's not easy to look at turning the big 4-0. But I finally realized I'm just not happy doing that. And if you're not happy doing what you do all day, you have to change it."
Midlife crisis material, victim of downsizing; both and neither could apply. Fairly mundane descriptions follow of her interview at MCI and at a shopping mall as Director of Marketing. It's owned by a fairly large privately-held company so advancement opportunity is there.
Yawn. Some of you may have clicked back by now. "Who the fuck is Dick Rader!?" I can hear you asking the monitor. Well...
Having gotten a good nites sleep, my typing should improve?
Let's see, my love life has improved since I wrote last. (tho my typing hasn't) I told you about Dick Rader at JWT. Well, I've had two dates with him which I have to tell you about. First of all I should mention this went on while his wife was away with her sister, contemplating the merrits of their marriage, which Dick had indicated was heading for divorce court."
Oh, snap.
"This 1st Saturday we doubled with his good friend Jerry. He's also from Chicago, so we got along great. His date Lynn, however, was a different story. She was soooooo trashy, I couldn't believe it, and the more I drank (which was a considerable amount), the harder it was to be nice to her. At one point, Dick did ask me to be nice, pointing out that some men like their dates to be trashy, hmm.."
It goes on to congratulate an unknown someone for their trip to "the Islands" and that whomever it's address to, is leaving "Brian" soon. The letter is signed (in blue handwritten ink) "Love, Mary".
So Mary; shame on you. Next time buy a paper shredder before some random, overly curious soul finds your dirty laundry and posts it on the internet for all to see. If anyone wants I can take a picture of the letter if you're curious.
Why did I post this? Hell I'm not sure myself, it seemed good for a laugh at the time. It's not that hard to read someone else's email but how often do you get the chance to do it to snail mail?
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