Today is frustrating at work. My boss, who has spent the
last several days house hunting rather that accomplishing any actual
business-like activities, has given me about 400 assignments to do at once.
Almost all of these strike me as the least consequential items to be doing with
my day.
One of them is ordering business cards- a simple enough
task. OR IS IT? I walked in on my boss using his diamond gauge to measure the
millimeter depth of his current business card and after that he plans to send
me to the other side of town to make sure the “black is black enough” while he
goes to lunch.
Not only do I have the other 399 assignments he gave me,
but why can’t we just trust the actual printer to do this? I asked for rich
black- if they don’t deliver, get a refund. How on earth is it more economical
to pay your assistant to look into this for potentially hours?
Re-goddamn-diculous.
All I can think of is American Psycho. There was a lengthy
analysis of business cards made by Christian Bale right before he went around
murdering people in the buff. I’m pretty much on the edge of American Psycho
myself these days.
Time to get rolling on that resume again…
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