It was an average day at the advertising company.  Well, what would qualify as normal at an ad firm was not the same thing that could be called normal anywhere else in the world.   How many people had their board meetings chaired by a man in chicken suit, with notes taken by a giant hot dog?  The corporate news letter and annual Christmas card were hilarious, probably not on purpose.  Today’s meeting was centered around selecting an outgoing message for the company’s central phone line.  Everyone sat chewing on their pencils and sipping coffee, staying alert and focused as the president of the company played the top ten funny voicemail greetings that they had selected from dozens of choices.  It was quite a sight watching a grown man dressed like an ice cream cone paying rapt attention to make an informed decision whether a duck quacking hello or a cat meowing the company jingle was a better choice.