I feel as though art college sold me 4 years of snake oil
So, today I had to bail on the Tentacle Big Bang. I feel sad and guilty and all kinds of terrible, but there just wasn't enough time to get the artwork finished for the deadline. I was hoping to squeak out an 11th hour finish this week, but the clients dumped a metric fuckton of work on me (you know, the kind that pays boring things like rent an' stuff?) and there was no way to do it all.
God, I love tentacles... THIS TOTALLY BLOWS >:/
So, since today was destined to suck anyway, I decided to format endless banking charts to emo, 80s music like this:
Moping and Excel were had at the home office.
Yeah, I'm not sure how the bank's lawyers will feel once they get their docs back and feel a lingering sense of melancholy and a tad too much eyeliner emanating from them. Oh, you think I can't design moody charts??? How little you know me ;)
*cranky designer is cranky. and belting it out to The Smiths.*
God, I love tentacles... THIS TOTALLY BLOWS >:/
So, since today was destined to suck anyway, I decided to format endless banking charts to emo, 80s music like this:
Click to viewMoping and Excel were had at the home office.
Yeah, I'm not sure how the bank's lawyers will feel once they get their docs back and feel a lingering sense of melancholy and a tad too much eyeliner emanating from them. Oh, you think I can't design moody charts??? How little you know me ;)
*cranky designer is cranky. and belting it out to The Smiths.*