One time I had my bag stolen at a train station and it had my sketch book in it with pencils and shit and other dumb small artist things and maybe some misc. shit like tiny toys, books or buttons.
But anyway…I kinda wish I saw the thief’s fave when they looked through my sketch book and saw it filled to the brim with gay ben 10 porn.
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I’m a freelance graphic designer and I
have worked for this company for a few years. I’ve done their reports, company
website, business cards, you name it. Some time ago, they hired someone to
handle all their marketing and communication strategies, so I would work only with
him in order to streamline everything.
Comms Guy: Hi, could you please send the
newsletter files to the printer? I sent the file I had, but there’s something
wrong with it. Also, the guys at the printer said they needed to add a few
pages.
Me: I’m sorry, but what files? No one
told me the newsletter was approved. And what printer? And why would they need
to add pages? What content would be on those pages?
Long story short, the comms guy sent
an outdated Powerpoint presentation to be printed, by mistake. He didn’t call
me beforehand, and didn’t even think it was strange that the printer wanted to
add blank pages at the end, because the document they got didn’t have the right
number of pages.
I kindly explained to him he was going
to print the wrong file, which would surely result in a very poor newsletter,
and might come as nasty surprise for his boss.
Comms Guy: Your point being?
Someone doesn’t care much about their
professional choices.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
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