I was already having a morning in a half. Yesterday on my way home from work my car just died. I went to go from a stop sign but the car had other ideas. I was able to coast it through the intersection. It might be radiator related as the needle was pegged high. We thought it had no oil either especially in light of the fact I took it to a Jiffy Lube for the first time (RAW always does my oil changes) 3 weeks ago.
RAW went to Jiffy Lube to complain and they went out with him. They got it started and checked it out and gave it another oil change. They couldn’t find anything wrong with the radiator either beside the fact that it lost all of its fluid.
Because of all this I took the 87 Chyrsler to work this morning. For a big car it sure is small. I will have a bruised knee to say the least. At first I couldn’t start that beast, once it did start I couldnt’ get the parking brake off. I had to wake the man up for that one.
I get to work through wicked sunshine issues (sucks that I have to drive in due east sometimes).
I then go to the bathroom where I promptly plug up the toilet
I then go up to get my daily alotment of water. I see Susan the big boss over everyone (in Adminstrative Services of which the creative group is part of). I often see her and she never makes acknowledgement that she knows who I am and I figure she doesn’t so I pretend I don’t see her.
Today however I am going to say hi to her if she gets close enough. I figured I would say “Hi Susan” and she would reply with a hi but with no name not remembering mine. I straighten out my badge in case she needs to refer to it 😉
I walk out of the cafeteria not seeing her again and forgetting about the whole thought process I just went through when Susan stops me and tells me that she is always hearing great things about my work! We talk about the creative process and I tell her about it being my passion and we part ways.
Ok, she not only knows who I am, she made me all warm and fuzzy. Guess I am not as invisible as I thought.
Now I just need to get up my nerve to talk to Adam the art director on why he thinks the print designers should learn After Effects and other multimedia tools. He apparently doesn’t respect what I do. I don’t think it is so much against me but the fact he loves them and thinks they should do everything and the rest of us do production, grunt work. I don’t know.
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UPDATE:
I guess a little recognition from higher ups especially when you thought they had no clue of you goes a long way.
Still living on the adrenelin of that I was able to call Adam over here and give him my beef. It was a good dialog and it opened up future dialog with the supervisor of print. We will talk further about it next week. I feel better about this now. If I didn’t say anything which I might of done, it would of ate at me until I forgot about it.