'We all loved working for JWT. It was a special place that dealt in dreams and sunshine'
It was a cold Monday morning, on December 3rd, 1979, when I arrived at 8-11 Lower Baggot Street, in central Dublin, for my first day at my first ever real job. I clumped up the stairs in my brand-new tan cowboy boots to the 3rd floor where I was asked to take a seat in the cramped reception area. As I sat down the tiny bells attached to my new peasant dress made a little tinkling sound. I will be forever grateful to whoever it was in JWT who saw my sales potential because I looked far more like someone who might head off to the Aran Islands to grow funny weeds, than a travel executive.
Source: irishtimes.com