But all the clocks in the city
began to whirr and Chime…
…O let not time deceive you
You can not conquer time…
…In headaches and in worry vaguely life leaks away
and time will have his fancy
tomorrow or today.
You wouldn’t have caught W.H. Auden filling out a grid at the end of his week, would you?
Almost two months have gone by here at BMB now, and whilst we’ve been knee deep in briefs, Corona and free pizza, the other day we said to each other – ‘hang on, wait, something’s missing.’
Rage.
Your basic, grid-induced, incandescent rage.
You know. You’re there, doing data entry under cover of darkness – inputting numbers into an inept intranet programme beset by I.T. glitches from all sides, trying to extract codes from your inbox, trying to remember what you did six weeks ago, wishing you’d not left it ’til now, only for the whole thing to then crash and populate itself with the mysterious word ‘NULL’ in every box.
Which is just a really a long-winded way of me (Lol) saying that my most favouritest things about working at BMB is:
WE DON’T HAVE TO FILL OUT TIMESHEETS. HURRAH.
Words cannot express how happy this makes me. But I will try nonetheless.
Basically, it’s blinking marvellous. They have a different system of working out the agency’s time, which works much better. The result is that now, we get to come in and DO the work, rather than RECORD the work.
And less time is spent wondering how to record the time it takes you to record your time, and other interesting paradoxes.
I’m know I’m not alone in my phobia of timesheets. I once worked with a creative who actually used to PAY his partner to fill his out for him.
Anyway, rant over. Simply put, BMB, we salute you. THANK YOU.
LORELEI MATHIAS 
