Drugs, drugs, drugs, which are good, which are bad.

11:41am. I sink into my coffee, steam curling. Work stretches its muscles, flexes its fingers and cracks its knuckles. Down to business.

I can't escape selling, no matter what I do. My parents always called me "the negotiator". I sell ideas, I sell my opinion - whether it's for 50 bucks in my bank account or a ride to SilverCity - I'm always selling something. I think some people are just born that way - as salesmen. I thought event planning was finally a breath of fresh air from the constant buy buy buy mentality that's been even more ingrained in me thanks to Creative Advertising, but not so. Now I'm selling this little company, asking for funds and support. It's for a much better cause and yes, it's reasonable, but it's still selling.

It's funny, I was sitting in my miniscule office and studying bigdatabase.com for possible sponsors, and all I could think was - "Okay, why would these big corporations buy into this, what is their sweet spot, their tipping point, what makes them feel as though they need to be socially responsible," and so on. I was already mentally writing a pitch letter asking them to buy into it, selling, negotiating, wheeling and dealing like there's no tomorrow.

I've come to terms with it though: I can survive in advertising, I'm okay with selling, it's as much a part of me as my Caramel 3463 highlights or awkward remarks.

I had lunch today with a friend from my advertising class who's interning just down a block down from my building at a media company. We both agreed our favourite thing about interning is not the experience, not the networking, not the knowledge and subsequent power - but the feeling of putting on a pair of dress pants and a fancy top in the morning, and the fact that we now have time after work to do things like watch movies or go out with comrades because we have no homework anymore. I laughed very long and very hard because the fact is, we're slaves to the idea of these jobs, not the practical reality.

Even so, I can't help enjoying putting on high heels. Just a little bit.