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Wait…wait…what exactly do you think you’re doing there?
Okay, stop. Just…just stop…step away from the Microsoft WordArt toolbar right now.
I mean it.
That’s right. Put the mouse down, buddy. Now what exactly were you trying to do here?
You’re trying to show me how this brochure should look? Wow. Okay…I can accept that. I get the idea. But if I recall right, I left a proof of the brochure on your desk a week ago. You were supposed to get back to me about this because it was vital and super important.
Yeah — that folder there…the one that your coffee cup’s sitting on. No, under the book. To your left. Your left. Your other left. Yes.
You didn’t like it? Is that it? You…you didn’t like it? Can I ask why?
“It’s not purpley enough?” That’s your answer to the question as to why you didn’t like it, and why it’s been a coffee cup parking lot for a week? “You just don’t like it?”
I’m sorry — lemme pick my jaw up off the floor for a second. It’s probably over here next to the other three proofs I left on your desk. Okay…I’m back.
Now…you don’t like it and it’s not ‘purpley’ enough…anything else?
It doesn’t have the photos you want on it…okay…which photos?
The ones you have on your camera…at home…that I’ve never seen nor heard of until now…right.
Okay. Well - you go ahead and get me those photos and I’ll see what I can do about the “purple issue.”
Oh, you DO have the photos? Oh good! Well that saves some time.
They’re on your phone. Your camera phone. And they’re 1 inch wide by 1 inch tall. And you want them to be 4×6 inches each.
*sigh
Okay. I tell you what. Because you’ve asked for the impossible, and you want it yesterday, and you want me to read your mind, I’m going to save myself the hassle of designing and beat you to death with this imitation leather chair in your office. I’m killing you with this chair because it’s cheap, tacky and disposable, and therefore your equal in many respects.
Please don’t scream…it’s demeaning. And nobody will hear your feeble cries for help because they’re all wearing headphones to drown out those phone calls you make where you bray about your colonoscopy and just how BIG that probe was.
I’m sorry it had to come to this, really I am. But honestly, ‘purpley’ isn’t even a word, and this is the third time you’ve used it. I’ll make you a deal though; if any of the welts I’m going to leave are the right shade of ‘purpley,’ you can take a photo with your camera phone and I’ll try to get that blown up to a usable size.
See how well things go when we communicate? Now stop dodging me…this is a small office and you’re an easy target…
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