I’m allowed to draw pictures of robots taking apart cars…
(Because I know of at least one person who’ll just shake their head in disbelief at this).
After eighteen months of uncertainty things have once again began to pick up at work with some clients once again realising that they have money to spend – we aren’t out of the shit yet but we aren’t quite up to our necks in it.
A note to all Tendering Sub-Contractors; Please do not try to convince the Consultants that the Client as asked for additional works when the first thing said works will result in is a phone call to the Client asking “Do you know how much time it’s going to take for us to include that in the design?” It should generally be noted that the Client does not want to spend additional money on items they didn’t even know they wanted.
Well, I’ve somehow managed to survive a busy old weekend that’s been a great deal of fun (far more fun than it would initially appear) but has left me feeling absolutely shattered now that I’m back at work – although it’s because of work that I’m shattered so they can’t complain.
Back in the old days I had a bet with E as to who would be the first of us to be published – E won in that I was and thus had to buy her tea (which doesn’t sound much until you factor in that tea was at The Russian Tea Room in New York – yes travel was included as part of the bet) to celebrate. I forget how it happened, but I think she’d factored in that I’d be in the end of year catalogue for the university art department – a sneaky bet.
I don’t often comment with regards work, but the events of the last few weeks have become so surreal that comment is necessary – if only to prevent a further slip into a madness almost Lovecraftian in its complexity.
The customer is always right.