it's been about four and a half months since I took that graphic designer job. I'm really happy with it and my motivation hasn't dropped an inch. somethings, however, puzzle me today just as much as when I got in.

it's very strange to conclude that very often (and I mean really very often) a design's worse enemy is in fact the client. that is: the person who comissioned the work. I don't get it; you spend a good portion of your time busting your brain for ideas, for graphical arrangements, for the best, most fit, better looking solution you can come up with and then everything comes to an anti-climax as you talk to the client.

feels a bit like those monty python sketches where the mood rises up to an epic apex and then, lacking any possible logical explanation, everything goes bollocks: "Ok, I'll take that one. No, not this one, that one. But could you change it to bright yellow? And this lettring here, maybe it could go up to the top and then down again, vertically, and into purple. Not proportioned? Oh, that's ok, I don't mind. I'll mail the pictures to you in a word file as soon as I get there. Not the proper file type? Oh, that's alright, I'm sure you'll manage. Not the proper definition? Oh, don't be that fussy, you can stretch it. By the way, why are these pictures all pixelated? Have you been up to something?". you get the point.

I'm not complaining, I like what I'm doing just the same, but it's really strange that most people (even educated people) prefer a preliminary, half done, incomplete, defective work rather than a better one, nurtured with time, patience and reflexion.

no siree, things have to be done by yesterday morning, although they'll only be able to pay you for it in a month or so.

why, oh why, oh lawdy lawd?