it’s been raining on and off all day but it hasn’t done anything for the temperature. i frolicked in the rain a little earlier, which was fun, now i’m sitting in front of a fan, while i try to find some degree of inspiration for this logo… still no dice.
so i come here to my daily addiction, i’m missing vic, but i know she’s safe and with the phone bill i already have for the month, i’ll have to sell one of the children pretty soon. k just dropped the tickets for tonight and i’m pretty exicted about the party, i usually don’t get this excited about going out, but tonight feels good or am i just salivating over the prospect of more work on my tattoo tomorrow. i keep looking at the picture of the work done so far and realise all the pain, the itching is going to be worth it.
the annual report project is back like a bad rash, apparently it printed like shit, the colour was off and guess what…
i’m getting blamed. when i signed on for the project, i was told it was a mouse jockey job, i said ok, cause i needed the money. why am i being taken to task because the person who actually took the job:
1. didn’t check the colour swatch (as i instructed) against the stock
2. never checked the job on the press (now how obvious is that)
which brings me to how is this my fault? i produced the job, didn’t pick the printer or the stock and gave fairly striahgforward instuctions. wait, i took one thing for granted… they knew what they were doing. oh dear, silly me. i asked to see a copy of the report to see what can be done at this stage, not because i care, but because the sooner it’s presentable and approved by the people who sign the chqs, the sooner i get paid.
i still haven’t been able to get in contact with my ride for tonight which is a little worrying not because i can’t get there on my own, but i’d rather not have to worry about it.
i’m off to be all girly in the interim and plan what i’m wearing and decide if to wash my hair or not. i have a 2 hour window before my hair will not dry.
peace.
