Today I got one monster freehand file (we’re talking roughly 100 inches tall and wide) that supposedly contained about four display panels to be tweaked, color matched, and printed. All well and good, but there were no guides or clues telling me how (or if) it should be cut apart. (And seeing as our printer has a max width of 60 some odd inches, it would have to get cut up *anyway*.)

So I’m on the phone with the boss, (at his home office, about an hour and a half away) trying to figure stuff out. The exchange that followed:

“I have no idea how this thing is supposed to get cut up”
“Well, I have a print out of the panels around here somewhere.”
“And that does me a lot of good, doesn’t it?”
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you.”

He doan’ know me very well, do he? ‘Cause, I don’t think he’d have been so suprised if he took a look at this site once in a while. (It is on my business cards, after all.)