Fuck you, Spanish book, you are drunk.
My design skills suck. I really did a terrible job of the Spanish book, mainly because it was rushed as fuck, and they wouldn't let me do my own hard copy proof read before I gave it to them. :/
And now my supervisor is all *disappointed face* and sighs and I've been locked in the boardroom without a lunch break to fix it. Yeah. As nice as they are at times, this reminds me why I'm leaving. I'm not cut out for design work - I'm just all fail when it comes to layout and precision. I don't know what I'm cut out for, but not this.
I hate any job where utter perfection is required. I am creative and messy. I make mistakes (in all spheres of my life). I sprawl and I err.
Anyway, stress levels are set far above stun, now, so back to it. Goddamnit, I need to get laid to clear this backlog of stress. And there's no hope of that in the foreseeable future. *grumbles off stage left*
And now my supervisor is all *disappointed face* and sighs and I've been locked in the boardroom without a lunch break to fix it. Yeah. As nice as they are at times, this reminds me why I'm leaving. I'm not cut out for design work - I'm just all fail when it comes to layout and precision. I don't know what I'm cut out for, but not this.
I hate any job where utter perfection is required. I am creative and messy. I make mistakes (in all spheres of my life). I sprawl and I err.
Anyway, stress levels are set far above stun, now, so back to it. Goddamnit, I need to get laid to clear this backlog of stress. And there's no hope of that in the foreseeable future. *grumbles off stage left*