Up and Down

At this point in time, my days are so up and down, it’s hard to pinpoint my emotions anymore. The stupidity that abounds me on a daily basis is overwhelming, frustrating and discouraging.

While I successfully completed the view book on Thursday, I had no choice but to settle with the final product before I sent it to the printer. Not having a reasonable amount of time to really “design” the piece, I did what I could. Frankly, I don’t givva fuck about who has to say WHAT about it.

The hardcopy proof for the view book was ready on Friday, but I had to wait until this morning to see it because I was off on a comp day for my extended hours of work. OF COURSE, there were dozens of text changes spanning across 24 out of the 48 pages, which is utterly ridiculous and a clear example of the obliviousness and negligence I have to deal with.

Normally, when you get a proof from the printer, no more than 10 typos to correct before officially going to print is expected. Not here, evidently.

The image I was told to use for the cover was not high enough in resolution and appeared to be pixilated on the proof. Naturally, it would be a bit worse once it came off press, but despite my warnings early on, I was ignored.

Now that I had something physical to show these people, my boss, of all people, wanted to stand there and argue with me about its quality. She insisted that it wasn’t pixilated, just “soft,” but before she could mutter another word, I cut her ass off and corrected her, “—no… it’s PIXILATED.”

Now let’s think for a moment… First of all, if this bitch wants to argue with me about the technicalities graphic design, she can sit in my fucking chair and design this bullshit herself. Otherwise, she needs to shut her mouth and LISTEN ‘cause I am NOT taking the fall for this one. No way, Jose.

Throughout the day, I tried to convince her that a low-resolution image would not print cleanly on press and there would be little the printer could do to eliminate the pixilation. I was obviously talking to a fucking brick wall because she heard what she wanted to hear and was stuck on what she believed was an acceptable cover.

The funny thing is, she was more concerned about some light blue text on a dark background not printing cleanly (on the inside), but not the first thing people would see before the even opened it up. Does that make ANY sense?

I digress… This morning, I even re-shot the cover with a better camera to resolve the issue, but neither admission nor her thick head was willing to budge and didn’t like what I took. So, I let it go… but I will tell you this: if the cover prints all fucked up, I won’t blink an eye and no one better day a damn thing. Not a motherfuckin’ word.

For the record, THIS is why these people drive me nuts… and this is only the tip of the iceberg. More to come later this week.