you know that point when you’re so tired, you just can’t sleep?
yes, you read right. there is a point where you’ve pushed your body past the limits, you’re running on pure adrenaline or something. i got to that point about 1:30 this morning as i created pdfs and lower versions of qxp of the file i was working on just to make sure the idiots that have to print the job, don’t find a reason to fuck it up, every font, every file, everything. i may not be giving them enough credit, but based on conversation i had with the moron of a printer tonight (well last night) i think i need to have all my bases covered. i also don’t know if this is the exhasution or i’m mellowing in my old age, but i broke the golden rule tonight, i handed over printer ready art work without collection a cheque first. i’m taking a leap of faith and hoping it doesn’t bite me in the ass (i can always tell when i’m tired i start mixing my metaphors), the client (or at least the person that hired me) is the wife of a good friend and the person that help me develop my job principles, so i’m hoping the pittance i get (or don’t get) paid does not end a very long friendship.
you might be wondering why the hell at 2:30am i don’t go to fucking sleep… the problem with that is that i have another job to finish or at least have a near final draft to send to the client first thing in the morning, i took it thinking i would be done and rid of the fucking annual report by 10pm latest. i can’t bail now, so i just going to keep on going, hopefully, i’ll get some sleep tonight, otherwise it’s caffine OD tomorrow.
i should get to work, i’ll be back later. either when i’m done or when i get up or when i eventually get to work.
