Phone calls at work.

Usually freak me out.

I just got a call from the nice lady at the placement place in Boston that I went to go see a few weeks ago.
Initally, they weren't looking for a designer. I was upfront and told them that.
She was wicked cool, and told me she would keep me in mind in the future.

So today she calls with what could be a very interesting job she feels I'm suited for. I'll give her a call about it tomorrow (This is the woman of the wicked telephone tag.)

Big catch - Job is located in the same building I interviewed in - Right on Beacon Street.
The very heart of what I was trying to avoid.

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

- k.

My Crappy Ad by Tomy

Carkiller calls in a panic.
"WeNeedAnAdForMyMarketingProjectForTomorrowIHaveNoContentGO!"

*blink*
ok.

She's also is house sitting and won't have internet access for us to converse or proof anything.

Ok.

It's supposed to be an ad for a mini bike expo a local outfitter's shop is throwing.

Oh, and the outfitter's has no logo.

Riiiight.

***

1.5 hours later, voila!
Perhaps it's not shit = silk purse, but I believe I've given her a solid muslin effort.

And it felt good.


- k.