in this issue:
at Gabulate (or 'Gabulate dot eye ee' - depending on which side of the
cyber-fence you're on!), I'm not treated like a person. I'm taken for
what I really am - a top young creative.
Here at Gabulate, the first thing you'll notice is that each and every Gabulate creative has its own individually personalised or created e-mail account. If you can believe that, you're half-way to understanding how we're "Right-Sizing the Universe, Together".
our new key speech phrase, picking up where last year's "Communicate
the World Smallness" left off.
this morning I communicated in a dialogue with another creative, the
aim or end-hope(©) being to find out when it was going to
chuck its rancid milk out of the fucking staff fridge.
know what you're thinking, but yes, cursing is permitted at Gabulate,
as long as we are seated at our work ports. And after all, no taboos
= optimum creativity. Even Tom and Jerry ties are allowed, although
one time a co-envisioner went too far and turned up to work with Ren
& Stimpy cuff-links. That's not creative, that's crazy! He
damaged the team, and had to be punished.
we don't try to dwell on the unpleasant or disturbing aspects of life
here. You see, there's still a little human in all of us at Gabulate.
Just don't admit that in front of management.