Tight-fisted bosses make me feel sad for the human race. Now I’m
not sure that I qualify as a ’punter’. I’m so far down the advertising
ladder, I feel I barely have the right to fondle the glossy pages of
Campaign, let alone write to it. But I’m so angry I thought it was worth
During this festive season, I have created a role for myself as a
crusader for the rights of all the minions of this industry. So this
letter is dedicated to the downtrodden, overworked and, more
importantly, underpaid runners, receptionists and PAs who are
financially shafted each day of every year in the name of
Basically, I know I speak for a lot of people when I say that I am
constantly amazed by the attitudes of those in charge towards ’pay’.
The general feeling from the top seems to be that we should be grateful
for our employment, because there are thousands of suckers (sorry,
youngsters) who would do our jobs for less money, work all 24 hours of
the day - and like it.
However, you can only take the piss for so long before the gratitude
I know that those who didn’t get their jobs through old school chums and
’friends of the family’ did start at the bottom, and it is all a
learning curve and character building blah ... blah ... blah.
But I can’t see how licking some tramp’s vomit off your office’s front
step or warming up cold toilet seats for directors’ sensitive bottoms
for a pittance could be beneficial for anyone’s character.
I bet loads of managing directors out there, when starting off on the
rocky stretch of the commercials highway, said: ’When I grow up and am
running my own company, I’ll never treat my staff life that wanker
treats me.’ Yes? So what happened?
So come on all you big bosses - make a minion’s day. Let the moths in
your Prada purse fly free and spread a little Christmas cheer around the
workplace. After all, you never know who today’s brow-beaten lackeys may
one day become. You have been warned.