Who Had The Worst Day At Work On Mad Men Last Night?
1:50 pm, June 17th | by Colette McIntyre
Every Monday, we’ll be asking the question “Who had the worst day at work on Mad Men last night?” Last night was the twelfth episode of season 6 of the critically acclaimed drama. So, who had the worst day?
Rodger didn’t have the worst day at work since any day that isn’t the day that you held Lee Garner Jr.’s balls is a good one.
It wasn’t Ginsberg, even though it was impossible for him to receive any positive feedback from Ted since he wasn’t Peggy (still isn’t, as far as I know). At least Ginz was able to fake a bathroom break and successfully relieved himself (eh? eh?) of the goo-goo-eyed pair…
That’s more than I can say for Joan, who was trapped in the conference room with Peggy and Ted’s sexual tension for god knows how long. While that must’ve been a bummer (and it clearly was: note the irritation etched onto Joan’s face), her impression of a Jewish Yenta was the best thing I’ve seen all month.
Pete didn’t have the worst day at work either. Actually, things are kinda-sorta-kinda looking up for Campbell, so hopefully his hairline will finally come out of hiding. After involving headhunter Duck Philips in his attempt to lure that knee-crazy Bob Benson away from the firm, Pete discovered some valuable information: Bob Benson isn’t who he says he is because Bob Benson isn’t anyone. Bob Benson is the fake name of a very real and very devious account man in SC&P who once worked as a “manservant” to the senior vice president of Brown Brothers Harriman & Co. Campbell took this atomic bomb of knowledge and…didn’t really do anything with it, which was the best thing he could’ve done. Pete has wrangled with this kind of animal before; if Bob is pulling a Dick Whitman, Pete knows he’s better off just staying mum and reaping the benefits of Bob’s climb. So far staying silent has already worked in Pete’s favor: he finally got what he wanted in that he inherited the Chevy account, Bob Benson the Fighter is neutered, Bob Benson the Lover promised no more knee touches, and Manolo the “Deviant” will leave Mrs. Campbell alone. All in all, not a bad day for ol’ Humps.
While Bob Benson (or whatever his real name is) didn’t have the worst day at work, he certainly didn’t have a good one. I can’t imagine that being called out on one’s elaborate deception makes for an enjoyable afternoon but Bob should look on the bright side: he still has a job, his lie is still intact, and he still has his How To Succeed At Business Without Really Trying record. Bob was the recipient of Pete Campbell’s mercy (who knew Pete Campbell even had a merciful side!) and/or exhausted surrender which means that this invented man gets to scheme another day.
It wasn’t Peggy, though we do feel bad for the girl. Sure, she got to spend some blissful hours canoodling with her boss/crush in the office and a darkened movie theater and she did manage to score a bigger budget for her masterful St. Joseph’s Aspirin ad, BUT AT WHAT COST?! The innocent days of Chaoughin’ lovin’ are over (thnx, DON) and her shot at winning a CLIO no longer stands since Frank Gleason (R.I.P) got credit for her idea. (Again — thnx, DON.)
Surprisingly it wasn’t even Peggy’s partner in flirtation, Ted Cahough. He may have lost his two loves — Ocean Spray and Peggy — at the hands of Draper this week but he did get to spend most of the episode lost in blissful giggles with the latter love, so that has to count for something, right?
Don woke up looking terrible, was told by his ex-wife that his daughter doesn’t want to visit him, got called a monster by his former protégé Peggy so that now he has lost the admiration of his work daughter (if you will) as well as biological daughter, and goes to sleep looking terrible. How did Don, that motherf#*&ing monster, end the episode literally tucked into a fetal position and still not have the worst day at work?
Well, that’s because the honor went to a man who keeps returning to SC&P headquarters one body part lighter. This time Ken staggered back from Detroit down an eye; you see, poor Mr. Cosgrove was shot in the face by Chevy muckily mucks during a hunting trip gone awry. Thanks to “fat yahoos in cheap suits,” Ken was forced to walk around the office with an eyepatch and some uncomely facial scars. Sure, Ken didn’t die and that’s great, but isn’t being routinely made fun of by Rodger Sterling a bit like dying?