Here’s something that I am so not going to miss as a freelance graphic designer. Last week, I sent a small ad to a small newspaper. I had promised to do the ad before quitting my job and I wanted to see it through. The deadline for ad submission was August 18th, and that’s when I sent it in.
Today, August 24th I get a call on my cell phone from the newspaper. They’re having trouble placing the PDF I sent them. It’s generating PostScript errors. Can I send it again? Well, two problems here…
First, that’s not enough information. If I send the same file again, there’s a 90% chance it’s going to come up with the same error. Happens often with publishers who are either A. placing PDFs into QuarkXPress or B. using old software that doesn’t like my created-from-the-latest-version-of-InDesign PDF file. If I know exactly what they are doing with the PDF, I can make adjustments in the settings to produce a compatible file. This particular file didn’t have transparency so that gave me a lot more flexibility. All she could say was that it was Acrobat. Not helping me here, lady.
Second, I’m sitting here in the waiting room of a doctor’s office. I won’t be able to send the file for at least an hour or two. I could hear the panic in her voice. In other words, they waited until the last possible second to open my file and now, because they’re up against the clock I’m supposed to cancel my appointment and run home to resend the file? No, sorry, I don’t think so. I suggested that she find out from their production folks exactly what was going wrong and maybe they could tell me how I should set the PDF file so it would RIP, email me that info and I’ll take care of it when I get home. Had my appointment and the email I eventually received said they fixed the problem themselves. Oh goodie.
Last week was [the gastroenterologist.](http://www.momathome.com/viewfromhome/2005/08/job_life_update.php) Today it was the gynecologist. When Eric was unemployed and our insurance was in question I kept putting off my routine exams. Now I’m catching up.
I’m telling the doctor about myself and of course, my family history with cancer comes up and he looks at my employer and occupation on the patient info form and realizes the connection.
Ladies, you know how not fun this exam is. Not quite as bad as a colonoscopy prep but it has its moments. I mean, look at this thing:
If a man had this device stuck up his nether regions once a year you can bet the design would have been improved and modernized with comfort in mind. I mentioned this to the doc, and he replied, Well, when you’ve cured colorectal cancer you can have a new project. Don’t tempt me.