Rant the First: I'm providing ad artwork to this big-time magazine in New York for our new on-line business venture. They have all these crazy hoops I have to jump through to supply artwork, including mailing them a disk as opposed to providing it over the internet in some fashion. I had to outsource the conversion of the file to this special kind of PDF (the only file type they accept) because they only have instructions available for Mac users, and I'm on a PC. So I got the file created and a color proof created and overnighted, only to get a call from their production office the next day telling me that the bleeds are wrong and I have to do the whole thing over.
I've never felt like such a back-water hick in my life.
Rant-the-Second: By boss has about 10 different "high priority" projects going on at the same time, all of which I'm expected to keep up with. The problem is, his focus changes every few days, so I only get input when he's focusing on that project. The rest of the time, I'm being asked where we are on the other stuff. He hired someone who's supposed to be a marketing VP, but is turning out to just be another layer to go through. Nothing's really getting streamlined for me. He's tried to get the first guy to set priorities for my work load. Setting priorties turned into, "I still want everything done, but I just don't want you to spend very much time on any of it, that way it'll all get done." So, I'm being denied the time I needed to set up a custom photo shoot for this brochure we're doing. So everything's gotta be stock. The cost of that will make is butt explode.
I. Want. A. Beer.
And the only thing I really want to work on is my cooler than cool wedding invitation. But I don't get photos for that taken until next week.
It could be worse, of course. You could be getting the runaround for hours by Stephen Cannell production guys who have their heads up their asses, in order to see if liscensing rights to the Lorenzo Lamas TV drama "Renegade" are available, because your younger boss may have happened to catch a rerun on TV Land or something and, I quote, "needs a goddamn motorcycle cop game, who's fucking with me?" Never mind, of course, the innate lack of, say, financial education on the part of your employees; pick a random one and make him run with it.
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