Third day on the new job as Senior Art Director at Fusebox. I've been introduced to some really fun and exciting projects, and I can't wait to sink my teeth into them. We just seem to be in a holding pattern right now, waiting for client approvals on a few things.
It's such a pleasure to have windows againthe office is showered with natural sunlight. It's funny to watch the old guy across the street open his window a few times a day to smoke a cigarette. His office is filled with built-in shelves, stuffed with books. I can spot cans of spray mount, so I guess he's a traditional artist of sorts. But as for the cigarette... isn't it terribly inconsiderate to the pedestrians below... falling victim to the ashes the old man so carelessly "flicks", as he leans on his window ledge?