Grant me the serenity
I work in an academic environment. Where, most of the time, I don’t get too much direction from my boss about what my job is or should be. Sometimes, however, LIKE TODAY, the inner micro-manager comes out.
He comes out and says things like the font on that flyer - it should be sans serif - serifs are those things on times new roman. Because I couldn’t possibly know what sans serif might mean. The orders come flooding out of his mouth, as if a dam wall has burst, and only stop when the man has finished his orders.
Now, I fixed the freakin’ flyer, sent it to him once more and - hold on - IT STILL HAD PROBLEMS. The font still isn’t right - what font did you use? - why doesn’t it work - it looks terrible - let me see your screen.
He leans over my shoulder, sees that the font is as ARIAL as all get out, and demands me to look at his screen. I go to his monitor and, true enough, it looks like poo. His computer must be eating his fonts and spitting them out in vomit form.
Despite this - this font issue not being my fault and clearly something to do with his computer - there is no revision of the terse tone/words. Of course not. Just keep blundering on to the next one.
