THEN: BETH TREACY, CIRCA 1990
There was surely a disconnect between emotion and intelligence during a major engagement I was working on with one of Chicago’s top creative talents. The client had requested a simple change on a consumer package goods project that was “this close” to approval. Imagine my surprise when the creative director on the account took his shoe off and hurled it at me screaming that he was the ##**ing author of all visual and editorial content. Lucky for me, I ducked just before the offending loafer made contact with my head!