Bye

Guess this is the end.

Should I opt for a career in finance?

oops

Well as you may have guessed. I was left with the hot potato.

Failed miserably and don't know how I will handle Monday. Somebody shoot me.

Desperate times call for...

Well you guessed it the "open bar" was a failure. Except for the bar who made money off me and kept the drinks going for my officemates. Not the intended "prey" who never showed up. And that is how I came out with this sure-fire idea. Go on a manhunt. The targets are the "prey". Yup. If the "prey"will not come to me with bait, I will need to hunt my quarry down. So i devised several traps set in different locations. A net at the hairstyling salon. Since there is no such thing as an advert peep that is not vain. And for good measure I placed close circuit cams in select fashion stores. Jack Bauer would be proud.

I also set up some man-traps at some bars and regular advert peeps haunts. Traps everywhere and no holes. I'll be damned if I let someone go with only two days to go.

Hey, it ain't over 'til its over.

One more round

Hehehe. This should get them good. How could any advertising person actually pass up the opportunity for free drinks. So I sent out an invite to all the advertising peeps out there to an open bar. All under the pretext of an out-of-this-world art exhibit. The two most irresistible things for an ad agency creative person - free alcohol abuse + pretentious artsy stuff.

It will be like shooting fish in a barrel.

Where am I?

Ooops. Did I fall into a blackhole? I just woke up and it is pitch black. I am not at home. Try to remember what happened. Okay so I was busy doing something yesterday. What was it? What was I up to? And why do I have this throbbing headache. Like someone used my head for soccer practice.

Now what was I doing. It's fuzzy but I can now recall. I was "stalking" prey again. Yes, I am on that mission to tag someone. Okay, that seems plausible. So there I was trying to tag someone and then next thing I know I feel this pinch on my behind. I checked what it was and started to feel woozy as I pulled out a dart. OMG. I had been tranquilized. But where was I?

Where is that celphone? Aha here in my pocket. Now to cast some light on the... I am in the trunk of a car. Those bastards!

"Get me out of here," I was screaming at the top of my lungs as I pounded away at the trunk.

How I spent my entire Friday

I was up in a tree. Literally. Or else I would be up the creek. It was quite soothing being away from work. Now I had the license to be. Because I was here to restore the Hot Shop's lost honor. I had to tag someone so I was camped up here and camouflaged. The whole day patiently waiting for my target to come out of the building. Waiting even if it rained earlier because I had an objective. I was on a mission.

It was going to be so worth the wait.

What's this? Damn. Who is pecking my face? Get away you pesky bird. God dammit. Argh!

PLOP.

Sh^&! Lost my balance and fell to the ground. Ouch. Jeez. My cover is blown.

From behind me was laughter. It was the peeps from the other Agency. They were watching me all the time. I am such a loser. No wonder no one came out of the building. They had me marked all along.

Back to the drawing board.

Da Plan

So now it all made sense. This was that time of the year. The time when Ad Agency rivalry will take on a different level. With the "Agency Peeps Tag". Or "A.P.T.". Now how un-apt was that acronym?

The objective was to be able to make sure that the month would not end with the Agency one is with..left tagged. The consequence of which would be immeasurable shame the entire year. Albeit an "industry-imposed-for-no-real-reason" pariah status.

The problem is that all Agencies are prepared for any onslaught and have taken measures. That is why newbies like myself make good prey.

Now this "activity" is an age old tradition that began 5 years ago.

I was properly tagged in the sense that my face was covered in the bright hue that is the theme of the year. That is one way of getting tagged. The other is to tar and feather a opposing Agency peep. Another way is to tattoo an unsuspecting tush. Or shave the nether regions of another. Well, the list was endless. Yet one must be mindful of the theme. And this year it was "The House of Orange". But the key was also to make sure that the tagging incident lead to some sort of public spectacle with the announcement that they had been tagged.

So now I was up just thinking how to tag the next. What would the plan be? Hmmmm