Please Don't Be This Guy
Last week there was some ... messiness ... at work with a large client of mine. The large client, as a matter of fact. Guy hadn't looked over his proofs before signing off on them, hadn't notified me of post-production finishing that needed to take place, and hadn't responded to my email regarding the odd way his piece was constructed and how I hoped there wouldn't be any post-production finishing scheduled for this piece because it might prove problematic.
Well, of course there was post-production finishing, and of course it was problematic, and of course Guy wasn't too happy with us when I told him we wouldn't reprint at our expense since a,b & c from above. And of course it all had to happen in a big fat hurry because of deadlines, etc., which weirdly hadn't been a problem the entire week he originally sat on the proof without looking at it. Anyhow, I'd told him I needed to get an approval on a new set of proofs this morning if we were going to be able to deliver in the time-frame he needed. Come to find out he has washed his hands of the entire business and dumped it in the lap of a colleague who just today came back from three months of maternity leave. She, of course, has no idea what is going on and strangely is unable to get any answers out of Guy.
Who does that? Who? I am now this close to buying a plane ticket & flying cross-country to strangle Guy on behalf of both me and the beleaguered co-worker.
If I don't finish any of my stories, you'll know why.
Well, of course there was post-production finishing, and of course it was problematic, and of course Guy wasn't too happy with us when I told him we wouldn't reprint at our expense since a,b & c from above. And of course it all had to happen in a big fat hurry because of deadlines, etc., which weirdly hadn't been a problem the entire week he originally sat on the proof without looking at it. Anyhow, I'd told him I needed to get an approval on a new set of proofs this morning if we were going to be able to deliver in the time-frame he needed. Come to find out he has washed his hands of the entire business and dumped it in the lap of a colleague who just today came back from three months of maternity leave. She, of course, has no idea what is going on and strangely is unable to get any answers out of Guy.
Who does that? Who? I am now this close to buying a plane ticket & flying cross-country to strangle Guy on behalf of both me and the beleaguered co-worker.
If I don't finish any of my stories, you'll know why.