What year is it?
Aug. 29th, 2002 04:48 amGod, and it's only Tuesday? No, it's Thursday, which I only know 'cause I go to Wren's on Wednesdays... I think. Just put in 9 1/2 hours on the clock, straight through (even ate dinner at my desk.) There are so many things tumbling about in my head that I just know I've forgotten half of 'em.
Rule number 1: (To the general public) Never send your picture to the paper for publication. Be it wedding, anniversary, graduation... doesn't matter. You will be mocked. Severely. "These two are going to have the ugliest baby. He's got Prince Charles ears and, God, look at that nose! Their kid'll get hung up in the birth canal."
Rule number 2: (To anyone sending anything to be published. Picture, ad, whatever) STOP sending in 72dpi gif files already!
Rule number 3: (Dedicated to an anonymous co-worker) Programs like Quark have a god damn Format function for a REASON! Use it, other wise people like ME have to go in behind and pick up your mistakes, and it takes a god damn half an hour extra per job just to jump through all the god damn hoops 'cause you didn't Format the god damn thing! One text box! ONE!
Just imagine if I didn't love my job...
Wiggle, sweets, I'm sorry but I'm not even looking at that pic tonight. Maybe tomorrow?
And I'm such an idiot... didn't even dawn on me I'll have Monday off for Labor Day. >.<;;
Ok, I think I'm done now... time for bed.
Rule number 1: (To the general public) Never send your picture to the paper for publication. Be it wedding, anniversary, graduation... doesn't matter. You will be mocked. Severely. "These two are going to have the ugliest baby. He's got Prince Charles ears and, God, look at that nose! Their kid'll get hung up in the birth canal."
Rule number 2: (To anyone sending anything to be published. Picture, ad, whatever) STOP sending in 72dpi gif files already!
Rule number 3: (Dedicated to an anonymous co-worker) Programs like Quark have a god damn Format function for a REASON! Use it, other wise people like ME have to go in behind and pick up your mistakes, and it takes a god damn half an hour extra per job just to jump through all the god damn hoops 'cause you didn't Format the god damn thing! One text box! ONE!
Just imagine if I didn't love my job...
Wiggle, sweets, I'm sorry but I'm not even looking at that pic tonight. Maybe tomorrow?
And I'm such an idiot... didn't even dawn on me I'll have Monday off for Labor Day. >.<;;
Ok, I think I'm done now... time for bed.