By now, you’ve probably heard that Rich Silverstein is looking for an assistant. There’s a whole rundown of the “Job-From-Hell” in a Tim Nudd piece in AdWeek. Very funny. I thought I would add a couple of the job requirements that aren’t listed…
You must clean and spit polish Rich’s enormous collection of $20,000 bicycles and keep the tires pumped up to exactly 118 p.s.i. every day.
You must apply fresh gold lacquer to Rich’s helmet daily.
Laundering his kit hourly, is a given.
Arrange the 10,000 Art Direction annuals in his office by color coding the covers.
Come in after hours and rip out all the pages of ads that Rich has “Homaged!” Just taking the piss, Rich… Every fucking ad in every fucking annual is yours.
Put up with his non-stop rants about the Twitter logo.
Calm him down when Jeff comes up with another totally stupid idea for a YouTube phantasmagoria.
There are more, but I don’t want to put off someone who might actually be insane enough to apply for the job. And yes, you could be part of America’s best agency over the last thirty years… But then again… You’d be working for Rich!
At least you wouldn't be at Draft/FCB!