So you’ve finally landed your in-person interview at a highly creative, respected ad agency. You’ve done your research, you’ve prepared yourself and your family for a potential change or relocation. You’re starting to feel really good about yourself…in fact, your confidence is sky-rocketing. You nailed your phone interview and they want to bring you in for the real deal. All your daydreams of the great creative work you’ll be doing and the awards you’ll be winning are no more. Now you’re dreaming of your own private office, your new title, the posh treatment you’ll be getting when they welcome you…

I do it every year. I wait and wait for that one glorious Sunday night. Some years I’ll invite some friends over and make swanky pink cocktails, and other years I’ll opt to snuggle up in my jammies and pop some popcorn. Either way, I count down the minutes until…you guessed it…the Academy Awards (you can sub in the MTV Video Awards or the Soapies…whatever floats your boat)! I watch in wonderment as people like Brad, Angelina, Meryl and the occasional Pauly Shore walk down the red carpet, wave at their adoring fans and try not to squint when 8,000…