I don't mind being busy. I just mind being so busy with whackadoodle jobs that require rediculous color washes and finding new ways to run self-seal envelopes that my press was not designed to run.
Tomorrow I'll be runnoing gold ink. @#$% GOLD INK! Oh, I've done that plenty of times. The way that metalic ink manages to find a way into every crevass of the press is truely inspiring. But, then I hafta go back to black and then to brown. Wouldn't it make more sense to go from brown to black? Yeah. But that's not the order in which the jobs were promised.
I don't mind being busy. But I do mind being so busy that the only way to get everything done is to skip lunch everyday. 3 o'clock and I haven't eaten since breakfast and I still have three hours of work to do before 5.
If this is the future then New Boss really needs to finally get a system in place. Seven months on and it's still all in our heads. No paper trail; no structure; no system.
One of the first complaints New Boss made to me was that -- through his travels among the Lost Clients -- he'd learned that Old Boss was a bit...er... disorganized.
Meet the new boss...Posted by Tuning Spork at November 29, 2005 10:14 PM | TrackBack