A suit's confession.

When I joined the advertising world, I never thought much about the suits. In fact, I thought they were people who just liase with the clients. And find out what do the clients want for their next campaign or how to promote a service or a product. 

I was wrong. 

Some suits, and I say without prejudice, are just glorified postmen. 

So automatically, my perception toward them changed. I joined the 'creative' army, like the rest of the creatives, and branded them as the silent assassins. Just waiting to kill an awesome idea because they 'know' the clients so well. They know what are the clients looking for. 

Pshaw. Hogwash. They don't know what to do if you give them a stick and a pail (woah that was random). 

Since my perception toward them changed, there were no reasons for me to get along with them. 

Until recently. 

A particular suit confessed to me that it was easy for her to share personal stuff with me. 

I was taken aback for a minute but I listened. She went on and explained that compared to the rest of the creatives, I never gave her any cynical or sarcastic look when she wanted to brief me. In a nutshell, I never looked down on her. 

It dawned on me that something was wrong here. A suit is still a person. A person with feelings, problems like everybody else. Suits are already getting heat from their bosses as well as the clients; but when you add in the creatives woe, get ready for a meltdown. 

To be honest, a little part of me wanted to be kinder to the suits. I wanted to treat them equally. Like a normal human.

Then again, it might just be a ploy to get their jobs done fast.