Close-Up: 24 hours with ... Damon Collins, Rainey Kelly Campbell Roalfe/Y&R

Name: Damon Collins
Job: Executive creative director, Rainey Kelly Campbell Roalfe/Y&R
Professional mission: Do good stuff
Personal mantra: Treat other people the way you would like to be treated

7.00am Wake. Dress. Kiss Gabriela, Felix and Gigi goodbye.

8.00am Ride to work. On the way, contemplate how, three months to the day into my new job, I'm still really enjoying it. Then start to panic. Is today the day the "honeymoon period" ends? Surely, with this kind of role comes pain, heartache and daily struggle. Where's the management infighting? The politics? The clients from hell?

11.00am Pop over to the charmingly named production company Zombie Flesheaters. Run through music and pictures for project with Jamie Hewlett and my less-successful namesake Damon Albarn.

12.00pm Meeting with Lloyds TSB. The clients have been charming up to now. We're showing them a new script. Will this be where they show their true colours? I brace myself.

12.45pm I un-brace myself. They're still charming. And they loved the script.

1.30pm Open an MP3 for a BBC project: Jimi Hendrix's Purple Haze played on original medieval instruments. It sounds amazing.

2.00pm Snatch a few minutes with my bench-mates Richard and Alison. We've heard about another pitch win. Everyone's excited about the way the year's shaping up. I wait for the "but". The derisory murmur about a fellow member of the management team. The closed-door comment about "the one who's causing all the problems". I keep waiting. None comes. Weird.

2.30pm Discuss music collaboration project between Bacardi and Groove Armada. Might have to pop to Miami to sort this one out.

3.00pm Review work for Virgin, Land Rover, BBC and the Home Office. Have met most people at the agency and still trying to spot the dodgy ones. Still can't. Either they're good actors, or they're just good.

6.00pm Creative team play me the VO for new Oxfam film. It's Jarvis Cocker. Spot a vague rock and roll thread to the day.

7.00pm Ride to karate. On the way, mull over the day, suspicious that, yet again, I enjoyed it. Unnervingly, there have still been no nasty surprises. Wonder when they'll sneak up on me. And how long a "honeymoon period" can last.

9.30pm Leave karate realising that while today may not have been painful, tonight certainly was.