The persona of the place was such that, if you had even one creative bone in your body, you were sure to baptise it into your list of favourite spaces.
It just somehow had this talent to make you want to stay back.
Personally, my love-affair with Ogilvy (the office I mean) started rather early (of course).
And I wasn’t in the least bit keen to rupture the relationship.
Any time soon.
[ Which of course, meant ardently working myself to the bone.
For all of the next 2 months.
And then.
Landing that much-wished-for dream job on the last day of my internship. ]
My desk was right outside this little room next to a voluminous library (solidly stocked with almost every book that had any business with Advertising).
This room had a coffee / tea wending machine, a wooden counter overlooking a piece of the city and the tracks of the yellow line metro.
And a couple of tall revolving 'thinking stools'.
[ Which people like me often used to 'brainstorm' (which means to singly or collectively cogitate ideas for any creative assignment) and then marinate them, for as long as you wished. ]
There was no one to disturb you there.
No one to curl over your shoulder.
A corner where you could think without the noise.
Where you could sit for as long as you liked.
Clearly my favourite place in Ogilvy.
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