So I kind of feel like I got fucked in the ass with an 80s glitter fairy. Well, I know that doesn't really make any sense, but yeah. I have this client I'm doing some graphic design work for...she's one of those beauty pagent daughter-moms. She's actually not super crazy or anything, which I was kind of surprised and very thankful for.
Anyways, she's being super particular on this business card she's having made for her daughter who is like the pre-teen Ms. New York or something. I kind of expected that when I took on the job. What I did NOT expect was her psycho friend that is apparently giving her advice on the whole situation.
So, I get a call from her telling me she wants to come in and go over the card with me and possible color choices. Okay, no problem. That was at like 11:30am. I was already pretty hungry because I didn't have breakfast. She told me that she was coming right over. Yeah, right. I wait 2 HOURS like a moron, instead of going to grab food really quick thinking as soon as I go to get food she will pop over. Sure enough, my stomach finally makes the decision for me and I run over to the pizza place really quick and grab something. Of course, there she is waiting for me when I get back. FUCK! SO HUNGRY!
I put my food in the back and cry a silent tear for my uber-smelling chicken roll as I go back to help them with their card. Now, this lady's friend looks like she just got sent from the 80s. I mean, she was 1 step from one of those fuschia colored tee-shirts with the little mirrors on it and a New Jersey big-hairdo. She was amazingly perky and extremely stupid. She also has no concept of design and is trying to give me advice on design.
You know, everything was going really well with the project. Even the person actually getting the cards looked so embarrassed by this woman. As soon as they left I ate my food at record speed.
I also ran into some situations today with clients that reminded me of this clip showing the client-vendor relationship, which I think anyone in a service industry or art-related field needs to watch.
Anyways, she's being super particular on this business card she's having made for her daughter who is like the pre-teen Ms. New York or something. I kind of expected that when I took on the job. What I did NOT expect was her psycho friend that is apparently giving her advice on the whole situation.
So, I get a call from her telling me she wants to come in and go over the card with me and possible color choices. Okay, no problem. That was at like 11:30am. I was already pretty hungry because I didn't have breakfast. She told me that she was coming right over. Yeah, right. I wait 2 HOURS like a moron, instead of going to grab food really quick thinking as soon as I go to get food she will pop over. Sure enough, my stomach finally makes the decision for me and I run over to the pizza place really quick and grab something. Of course, there she is waiting for me when I get back. FUCK! SO HUNGRY!
I put my food in the back and cry a silent tear for my uber-smelling chicken roll as I go back to help them with their card. Now, this lady's friend looks like she just got sent from the 80s. I mean, she was 1 step from one of those fuschia colored tee-shirts with the little mirrors on it and a New Jersey big-hairdo. She was amazingly perky and extremely stupid. She also has no concept of design and is trying to give me advice on design.
You know, everything was going really well with the project. Even the person actually getting the cards looked so embarrassed by this woman. As soon as they left I ate my food at record speed.
I also ran into some situations today with clients that reminded me of this clip showing the client-vendor relationship, which I think anyone in a service industry or art-related field needs to watch.
drivethrugarrett:
Hey man. Sorry I have taken so long to say hi. thanks for the friend add!