I'm also dealing with our rampantly incompetent graphics department. My sort of uncle (aunt's husband's brother) works there, so I try to throw them a bone once in a while. First, they sat on the project. Then, we had to go back and forth SEVERAL times because the woman was an idiot. Approve final design Then, I get a totally new design from someone else, C, apparently because the design "wasn't representative of the university". New design is ugly and completely misses the point of what I want.
Talk to C, he insults my taste, we agree to start again. Sends me to a new designer, J (after trying to send me back to the idiot, but I pointed out that if she didn't know what was appropriate before how is she going to know now). J promises design by COB Wednesday. Call this morning, J promises Noon today. Call again, he promises 15 minutes.
NO WONDER NO ONE USES YOU. YOU ARE DISORGANIZED AND YOU DON'T MEET DEADLINES!!!!
eta: Side note to Not!Helpdesk - telling me to restart my computer does not mean that you have closed the ticket. Until I call you and tell you it worked, that ticket is open, asshole!
Oooh, Vortex-- Look! Trench coat! Long trench coat! On sale!
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Barb, that's kinda fab. and on sale! hmmmmmm
I dunno, from the perspective of someone writing a dissertation, a little typing and filing might sound remarkably stress-free. Not that you should SAY that in a job application.
Barb, that's kinda fab. and on sale! hmmmmmm
If it wasn't for the fact that a) low calf-length makes me take on the proportions of a hobbit and b) I already have more coats than anyone living in Florida needs, I'd so be on that like white on rice.
sj, sorry I missed your Q... my tagline is from Veronica Mars. Keith says it to [Laura San Giacomo's character] after a film festival.
I tried on a beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful coat yesterday. It was black wool, floor length, and cut just enough like Keanu's coat in Matrix Reloaded to make me swoon but not so much like it that I looked like I was in costume. It was long and swoopy and had these quasi-military-esque double buttons and an awesome folded-over collar thing.
It was on a rack under a big sign that said "$199.98! 30% or more taken off at register!"
But it was on the wrong rack.
It was $500.
I put it back.
Jessica, that's fucking tragic. That coat should be yours. (And mine, too.)
Happy birthday, d!
