"Have you thought about picking up some side jobs? At least until things return to normal."
Kelly's expression says she's not convinced.
"That's all good in theory. But advertising is close-knit. If word got out that I was freelancing while still employed, I'd be fired so fast my head would spin."
Now I'm the one who's confused. "But aren't you in danger of losing your job, anyway?" I pause before adding, "Anything has to be better than those bastards giving you the runaround. And anyway, do you want to give them the satisfaction?"
It's not until I'm at the bottom of the front steps and she's about to close the door that I comment.
"If it was me, I'd prefer to go out in a blaze of glory."
The response I get to this idea is her shutting the door and putting an end to our conversation. Damn it, the woman needs help to see she could use her talent in so many ways.
That dog roll ad had been funny as hell. And clever, beyond all else, it was clever. Something that would have it standing out amongst the trash that often popped up in whatever I was trying to scroll online.
It's on remembering the homemade flyer I'd found under the wiper of my truck a couple of days back that a plan forms. It'll be one that has Kelly focusing on something more positive than the end of her career in advertising.
And, if I play it right, it'll be one that uses her creative skills, and that has me tight by her side when it happens. First thing I'll be doing when I get home is raiding the recycling to find that flyer. There had to be a phone number or contact information for the organizers on there somewhere.
