I love our office. It’s gritty, it’s spacious and when the afternoon sun busts through the clouds, it’s downright beautiful. But we have one significant problem at the moment: feces. For those who don't speak Latin, feces is a fancy word for “poo”. No, I’m not trying to be funny. At least 2 out of 5 days a week, there is fresh human excrement within 15 feet of our front door. I’m not sure if it’s one of my ex-girlfriends or an angry client from my Wieden days, but it needs to stop. I’m sorry I wronged you. Jesus, get over it already.