I *so* feel your pain. (Pagination is my responsibility here.)
Dear Gott in Himmel, this journal is the worst I've ever worked on. The pagination is done manually, no automated checks at all until it's too late to change it, so by the time one realizes it's wrong, one has paginated five more issues. Incorrectly. It didn't LOOK like it would be that bad when I took it on, anyone who can count ought to be able to do it, and yet, it's a malevolent clusterfuck. Every editor who's ever worked on it has messed up, but I still feel awful; I hate making stupid mistakes, and I hate even more doing it twice.
Damn. I hope it's not too early to drink, because there's vodka in this here coke.
cereal with angst:
NOTHING ON THE SPINE.
Oh, dude, I hear you. The horror stories... One of our journals once published a big obituary of one of the Important Fellows on the cover, and we got the birth-death dates wrong. Like, really wrong. (My boss did it, too. Remembering that is the only thing that keeps me from crawling under the bed and hiding.)
Like this.
Ooh. Is that a Linotype machine in the background?
I thought you'd hire Medieval monks to do it.
We even got a cover spread color proof from the printer, and we all looked at it, and not one of us twigged to the fact that there was NOTHING ON THE SPINE.
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as much as my innards are just so perpetually irritated that anything other than water is just adding to the irritation.
Dude, sometimes just water seems to bug mine. Also insent, Tep.
Eighteen years ago I actually got a couple freelance jobs for a smaller publisher waxing pages onto boards, and trimming them so the facing pages had even numbers of lines. Even at the time I was like, Seriously?!
Whuzza? How? Whuzza?
As in, it's not automated. As in, I am the pagination elf. Putting in pages numbers, by hand, and keeping track on a logsheet that isn't integrated with the management software. A hundred papers a month, that have to be completed within six weeks from the time they hit my virtual desk. Aiee.
