I made a brochure for work yesterday. It was brilliant and wonderful and CORRECTLY SPELLED – which might sound like nothing to brag about to you, but in good old S of A, that’s a pretty unusual sight.
It took me hours to get it just right, because they had to have it right the hell now and wouldn’t give me time to, y’know, think, and kept making me change it when I was almost done…they drove me mad.
Know what they did then? They sent it to the printers, and then had them change the whole thing. What I did was stunning. Clean, classical lines, not too much fuss, goes perfectly with the hotel. Pictures placed where they made sense.
The printers covered the whole thing in orange, so that the text is hardly readable. The moved the pictures to the top of the page, where they are completely out of context. It’s gross.
But hey, that’s their problem. They’d just better not ask me to do their bloody brochures again.
I’m not in a good mood today. I am tired, and grumpy, and my head feels as though a herd of elephants are doing the flamenco in it.
On the plus side, in twenty minutes I’m going shopping with my mom, which is always fun. I love my mom, btw.
And on the other upside – I’m getting a new, big, hard drive for Elvis (Elvis is my laptop. Shut up.) and also some more RAM. Yay!
I feel better already!
Off shopping now! My relief came early.
Quote for the Day: “It is not necessary to understand things in order to argue about them.”
Pierre Beaumarchais
As epitomized by my manager, who will argue to the death to defend her wrong-headed opinions about things she doesn’t know a damn thing about.
