You know, you'd think that before they decide they're not going to accept any hard copies (which is a bit unusual when they're asking for 300 dpi images...most applications like this ask for 300 dpi images on CD because of their size), they'd make some provision of having email accounts that can accept more than 10 megs of an attachment. Or, they should've put limits on the application, i.e., "size your images to be no more than 7" in any dimension" or "compress your files so that no file should be over 1.5 megs" or whatever. But no. Just "send 300 dpi images". Yeah,, but what size? What file size? That's involves too much effort when you already know who you want to use for the exhibits. So it was back to the drawing board, resizing the jpegs some more so that the cumulative amount would be less than 10 megs. This time I added some compression. I sent them off through gmail again, and sent a followup for an acknowledgment as well. I bet I don't hear from them one way or another whether they received them or not. I suspect this is a total Terry Mattheson operation styled after the Bush administration, i.e., "Loyalty over Competence".
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Most pretentious woman at the grocery store today. She was going through the checkout when she got a cell call. She had one of those earphone things permanently attached to her phone and ear so that she could use both hands to do stuff while her brain was engaged elsewhere (like drive...oh joy). As she's paying the cashier she's answering a call "oh hi julie, yes I got your email blah blah blah" all the while she's trying to interact with the cashier. If it was me, I wouldn't answer the call while I'm interacting with another person. I just wouldn't do it. No call is that important that it should take priority over the people you're dealing with face to face. Or at least answer it and tell them you'll call them back. It's just so rude. And she just had that air about her that she was so bloody special.
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4 Comments:
My employer/director uses the Terry Mattheson system to help those with brown noses get what they want. I guess 'loyalty' is becoming a matter of who we suck up to rather than a good personal trait - by postmodern standards. By postmodern standards there is no 'real' competence. What ever competence is - it will be defined by those who need their butts plugged with other peoples' noses.
" What ever competence is - it will be defined by those who need their butts plugged with other peoples' noses."
so funny... so damn true!!!
sorry you had a sucky day ann!!! oh lord, I must be tired. I almost put an e at the end of your name!!!!! DOH!!!!!!
You changed your look again! Cool!
I'm trying an experiment. It probably won't work, but it's worth a shot, plus I love my little icons!
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