Dear David Oglivy: I'm suddenly involved in a wild affair with an account supervisor at my agency, [agency name withheld]. Fortunately, she's not on the [account name withheld] account, which I am an ACD on--but just the same, i am very concerned that this will affect my career somehow. What's your take on affairs at the office?

Oglivy: (taps pipe into hand). An age-old question. You see, humans are funny creatures. We buy books on interviewing, we buy clothes to present well at the agency, and secure wildly-high paying jobs that carry generations of our children on gossamer wings into bright futures. Yet we are still in the Stone Age when it comes to controlling our own potentially ruinous base urges to just pull the drapes closed and go right to it between meetings, rutting like wild animals, right there on the priceless divan next to the giant walnut desk. But we have to take a lesson from one of my favorite presidents, Mr. Bill Clinton. While I may have made a better choice than a portly intern, Clinton knew something few of us know: without occasionally getting your line and tackle out -- the fish won't just jump in the boat. Speaking of fish, I once took on a South Sea island rum maker at the insistence of a very attractive account lead, who strongly urged me to fly with her to meet with these savages and rescue this company, who were clearly floundering and sorely in need of a core branding strategy. While on the island, we were fortunate enough to meet a vacationing yacht owner who was kind enough to loan us his proud ship while he attended some kind of divorce proceeding. My goal was hooking the rare and highly intelligent bonefish. And i will say, a better time was never had. Though navigating the shallows was treacherous enough to find the elusive bonefish, i would not be stopped from attempting to hook this rare and tasty fish, who simply will not be taken in by the tricks most anglers use to catch a common Scrappie Bluegill or Smallmouth Bass. Well, we were off and running that morning, and i was into my third or fourth cocktail when my account gal appears on deck wearing nothing but a bikini bottom and her Ray Ban's. I handed the wheel over to the deckhand who had been, up to that moment, a smashing last-minute bartender. Well, suffice to say, Bonefishing somehow took a sudden back seat to the stunning girl, and all bets were off. The rest is a blur of tomfoolery, and suffice to say there were no fish caught that day. But sometimes it's the experience that matters. And i have to say that fresh ocean air and the Chanel #5 that lingered on my houndstooth coat well after that day bring back memories that even now make me yearn to just have one more go-round. So if you haven't pulled the answer out of this drivel, i say, every knock is a boost, and it's best not to try and control the spin, but far better to generate it, and tally ho. Next question?