11.14.03 – Here at my wondrously interesting job I have been working on (among other things) a new version of our brochure.  Now, I’m not important enough to be allowed to work on this with my own ideas and my own eye, nor my own intentions for god sake.  Instead they gave the responsibility to some one else.  This would be okay if this person had clue fucking ONE about how to build anything.  It’s driving me insane, it is.

Examples?  Sure, I’ve always got those.  The brochure itself is 7x9 inches in size.  This means that what ever information we are putting into it must fit with in the those restrictions.  What does my fearless leader do?  This person clips information off of the part information sheets and pastes them onto an 8x11 piece of paper in the approximate location of where they want it.  They don’t even bother to try and keep the data with in the confines of the paper edge.  Often times parts of the information are hanging off the edges like some idiots school project.  I then spend more time than should be necessary trying to figure out how in gods name I’m going to get all of the info onto the page.  Not only that,  each section is given a paragraph plus a few bullets to explain the key features about the part…I’ve noticed that the paragraph often times repeats the key features.  SO we’re wasting space explaining the same thing twice!

Tomorrow is my birthday.  I fucking hate my birthday.  What a waste I am.  What a complete irrelevant being.  Who cares.