I said something obnoxious
Spent most of yesterday working on-site for LoanScapes.
The company is mostly staffed by gays and lesbians and therefore likes to canvas community specific publications, especially the Pride Festival.
I’ve really grown to like this account and have gotten over my nerve-racked, intimidated opinion of the president when I first picked them up as a client.
The camaraderie and silliness makes it a fun place to camp out and work some days. There’s other things, like any corporate environment, that reaffirm my decision years ago to never be a payroll jockey and be trapped in a cube 40 hours a week.
The loan officers are pretty much “free-guns” and are encouraged to work their own angle at getting new business. Here now after nearly a year of servicing the account, “uber-frau” (the big boss) is starting to trust me and let me have some fun.
Yesterday’s assignment was sitting with the two papa-bears who work there to develop some “them-specific” campaign materials for them to run in bear run books and stick up at fur-friendly bars, etc.
In a nutshell we sat and talked about where they wanted to run their spots… I hauled them up to the front of the office where there was good supplemental light and proceeded to make a complete ass out of myself to get them to loosen up and laugh. Of course I monopolized on the very well known fact that I have a big ole schmoopy-spot for men my father’s age. (*Paging Dr. Freud – Paging Dr. Sigmund Freud – Please report to the cerebral cortex*)
If I was blogging – I’d probably try to shamelessly plug them and try to send them business. I rec’d them tobleepkeeper for his refinancing but haven’t checked in to see how it’s going and if he’s been happy with them.