Oh, these fuckers...
I get an email late last night basically saying: "Gee, sorry it's the weekend, but we need corrections on the color on four pages of the Hardy Boys graphic novel. By the way, it's already at the printer -- can you do them ASAP?"
*beats head against desk repeatedly*
Why this comes up NOW, as opposed to two weeks ago, is beyond me. Sure, the changes are from Simon & Shuster, but going to print without approval it just... GAH!
The pages are done, but one of them was a bitch-kitty. I'm invoicing them for an additional page of full color work. Still, my nerves didn't need this.
I get an email late last night basically saying: "Gee, sorry it's the weekend, but we need corrections on the color on four pages of the Hardy Boys graphic novel. By the way, it's already at the printer -- can you do them ASAP?"
*beats head against desk repeatedly*
Why this comes up NOW, as opposed to two weeks ago, is beyond me. Sure, the changes are from Simon & Shuster, but going to print without approval it just... GAH!
The pages are done, but one of them was a bitch-kitty. I'm invoicing them for an additional page of full color work. Still, my nerves didn't need this.
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And I hope things start calming down. *hugs* Last-minute assignments are a bitch to deal with.
**hands Crow-joe a dart board and a pic of the Hardy Boys editors**
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