On… working with a baby Leave a reply Working with a baby isn’t that hard for anyone who has worked in advertising. I mean, I spent years surrounded by screaming infants. And a baby only ever wants to feed, burp or sleep. It’s not exactly hard to manage. It’s far easier to manage than the average creative in advertising, who wants to bitch about a client / play Rihanna on the pan flute they just bought on a trip to Romania / bitch about an account manager / throw a whiffle ball the entire length of the creative studio over and over again / bitch about a job they’ve been given 29 rounds of amends on / organize a cake and dance-off for someone’s birthday and crack open the beer and then gossip loudly about who picked up at the pub last night and then draw a penis and write the account director’s name on it and then put on John Denver’s Greatest Hits very, very loudly. Advertising was damn fun, now that I think about it. But in advertising, I never had a work break that looked like this. Maybe I would have stayed a copywriter if I had.