Mar 27, 2008 23:16
These days, I honestly don't feel like I'm 'living'.
....actually...I always feel like I'm on the edge of life and death.
This is mostly because of the deadline we have at work. I'm starting to fully understand well why they call it "deadline".
I thought I knew well of this term in school, but MAN. The pressure, the pressure...it's certainly shortening my lif, as of this moment.
The project I'm currently involved in, is making some T-shirts to sell.
Sounds easy...? Yeah, but really, it's not.
I help (or try to ) this project get going by being a bridge between
non-English speaking designer, and, New Yorker T-shirt printer.
When the designer creates artwork data, we translate it into English,
give it to the printer to print, report the progress to the designer, and
when the printer has questions, we translate those into Japanese and ask the designer (via e-mail).
The flow is not complicated, and so it shouldn't take a long time, right? No.
Not when the artwork on the T-shirt needs to be precise and exact.
Designer: This pink ink has nano amount of dark color inside. Maybe it has 1 excessive drop of black or something.
And the image is way off to the right... 1.5 mm off.
And this is when the printer gets angry , and say:
Printer: I DON'T UNDERSTAND. No one can or will notice this.
You guys are shortening your own time limit by making these minor corrections.
The deadline is...4/4...!
There are numerous times when I wanted to just scream
"I don't understand either!! NUWAAAHHHHH!"
and throw everything away and pretend that I don't care, but somehow, i'm still clinging on.
And Fighting the anxiety. And praying everything will be done. soon.
real life