Client: We’re not going to hire you.
Me: That’s too bad. May I ask why not so I can work to improve in the future?
Client: You do design work in Photoshop. Photoshop is for photos, not designs. I just think that’s a sign of un-professionalism.
Me: All my portfolio pieces — the posters, logos, menus, web images, comics, magazines, everything — were all made in Photoshop.
Client: I find that hard to believe.
I’d be mad, but I think I dodged a bullet with this one.
i hate the word fandom so much shut the fuck stop turning things into fandom. i saw a post today about “the bedroom fandom” no it’s fucking interior design. sometimes people are interested in interior design. it is not a fandom. shut the fuck up i hate this website.
Things are heating up in the anti-fandom fandom
I once freelanced at a small design
agency for a couple of weeks. Aside from the boss being awful, she was also
adamant that she knew more about design than I did. The project was a range of packaging
that had to be updated.
Me: I’m sorry, but I can’t work with this Photoshop
file. The artwork needs to be in multiple layers like the rest of the artwork I
received. I’m afraid the previous agency must have flattened this one.
Client: Well
that’s all they had, so you’re just going to have to unflatten it.
Me: I can’t just unflatten the artwork. All those layers have been
pressed into one and saved as one flat image. There’s no longer any memory of
the artwork that’s hidden under the other visible layers.
Client: Are you sure you’re a designer? There has to be a way to
unflatten the artwork.
I tried my best to demonstrate what I meant using the old “object over a piece of paper” trick but she refused to even listen to me.
Client: I don’t care what you think you know. Somebody must have a program that can unflatten images. Call our printer and ask him.
Yes. She actually made me call our printing company to ask them for a program that could “unflatten flattened artwork,” standing over me while I did it.
I was mortified.
the-nerdy-blogger
heart
take your carriage very slowly by your rival’s home, that she might see your latest hat
Eat your heart Catherine, you toad-eating hag.
Elizabeth, you must surely be aware that I am unable to view the roads from my apartments due to the vastness of my estate…
