So I'm at work, designing a newsletter for the Children's Advocacy Center, and I need a graphic with the logo on it. Being the resourceful worker I am, I go to their site, only to find something very mediocre. My first thought was, "Hmm, I need to tell mom she could have a new client because they definitely need an upgrade." I scrolled to the bottom of the page, in an attempt to find the designer's name, so I can relay this information to her and -- OMG -- she designed it. I am officially the worst daughter in the whole world. Ever. It's not really her fault that it's bad, it's just the color scheme is all off and it doesn't look professional, and the pictures are all very harsh and taken at weird angles. So yeah, I don't think I will mention her potential new client to her, on account of the fact that the firm who designed it in the first place would probably get really hurt and not speak to me for a while.
I feel bad.
But my newsletter is pretty freaking amazing, so that's one good thing.
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haha, oh jordanbear. you are almost the worst offspring ever, but since you took the time to look at who designed, and found it to be her before you said anything baout it, it's alright. i want to see you really soon. i miss you so so so much! i have a billion days off next week...maybe we can play? LOVE YOU!
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