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.
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Date: 2002-08-29 06:46 am (UTC)Missie, take your everlovin' time on it. You're the artist!
*snugs and flowers*
You got that right.
Date: 2002-09-17 07:33 pm (UTC)I work for the yellow pages as an artist and its just as bad, though we work with clients walking in and out of the office section, and so the opportunity to mock some of the photos we get is pretty much nil. And we get some really ugly photos. Hoo boy.
Tell me... what is it that makes plumbers, lawyers and motor home salesmen think they need to have their photos in an ad? I suppose you'd want to convince potential customers you look honest, but really, some of these photos do anything but inspire trust. I made a mental note not to call a particular businessman under any circumstances because he wanted all of the wrinkles photo-shopped out of his face, and his hair color shanged back to a light brown. I almost suggested a facial peel and some Botox, but I really need the job right now.
Ah well. Could be worse. Could be in sales.
CJ
Re: You got that right.
Date: 2002-09-18 12:05 am (UTC)I have -no- idea. There's one guy, his picture is SO cheesy (it's a head shot) we've decided he's grinning like that 'cause he's not wearing any pants. There's also one, of a poor little kid with a Moe haircut (I swear, if you look close enough you can tell which brand of bowl they used when cutting his hair) and he's going to be voted "Most Likely to Climb the Clocktower" when he grows up.