Working at the factory, or why am I doing this?
I'm a graphic designer by trade. It can be a very fun and rewarding job, and I DO get to see things ahead of time when it comes to games, etc. Yesterday though, was one o' them days that can just about drive you bonkers.
One of the services I provide my clients is to "geekspeak" between the final product vendors and myself, thereby .aking my clients life easier. THEY don't know technical art terms and software info, and neither does their client, so I usually get to jump in and resolve minor issues by speaking with the art department. It's usally pretty smooth sailing, and 90% of the time, it's a PC art department that doesn't understand Macintosh compression methods. (DON'T get me started on Mac vs. PC, whatever you do) Yesterday saw me get the phone number from my client for a factory, and I noticed it was an odd set of numbers. "That's because the factory is in Hungary" I'm told.
I call, and I'm fortunate, the person who answers the phone speaks English reasonably well.
Oops. They're not in the art dpeartment. They're in sales.
Can they transfer me?
Sure.
Does the art department speak English?
"He is just speaking a small amount of English"
Wonderful.
Can they help me translate?
No.
Why not?
"He is not speaking much Hungarian, he from Croatia, speaks that."
Does ANYbody there speak Croatian AND English?
"Maybe at embassy."
48 minutes of frustration, and an ungodly phone bill.
Resolved by sending screenshots of the application along with a few simple notes.
Where's the vodka?
The day ACTUALLY went downhill from there.
My best friend in the world called.
"What are you doing?"
Just working on some art.
"What kind of art?"
You really, really, don't want to know.
"No, come on, tell me. I really want to know. Give me the details!"
She asked for this.
I'm currently using Photoshop to airbrush Supergirl's crotch.
Click.
Doesn't anyone trust me when I tell them they don't want to know?
And it wasn't anything dirty, I was using a drawing of Supergirl and Superman to create a silhouette of two superhero types. Her, um, crotch area needed to be cleaned up just a bit as my scan wasn't perfect.
Jeez.
The part time gig wasn't any fun either.
I get to be a shift lead as I'm an adult, but why can't the kids actually listen to direction?
Is wearing proper pants and a belt that hard?
Apparently it is.
They gotta wear pants that are hanging around their asses.
Just what restaurant customers like to see!
Then one of my nitiwits shows up with his shirt sleeve rolled up.
He just got a tattoo and it "itches really bad if I leave the sleeve down"
Get over it, chuckles.
SOMEhow, later in the evening I "accidentally" slapped him on the arm and told him he'd done a good job.
Oooh, what that the arm that you JUST had the tattoo done on?
My bad.
Really.
One of the services I provide my clients is to "geekspeak" between the final product vendors and myself, thereby .aking my clients life easier. THEY don't know technical art terms and software info, and neither does their client, so I usually get to jump in and resolve minor issues by speaking with the art department. It's usally pretty smooth sailing, and 90% of the time, it's a PC art department that doesn't understand Macintosh compression methods. (DON'T get me started on Mac vs. PC, whatever you do) Yesterday saw me get the phone number from my client for a factory, and I noticed it was an odd set of numbers. "That's because the factory is in Hungary" I'm told.
I call, and I'm fortunate, the person who answers the phone speaks English reasonably well.
Oops. They're not in the art dpeartment. They're in sales.
Can they transfer me?
Sure.
Does the art department speak English?
"He is just speaking a small amount of English"
Wonderful.
Can they help me translate?
No.
Why not?
"He is not speaking much Hungarian, he from Croatia, speaks that."
Does ANYbody there speak Croatian AND English?
"Maybe at embassy."
48 minutes of frustration, and an ungodly phone bill.
Resolved by sending screenshots of the application along with a few simple notes.
Where's the vodka?
The day ACTUALLY went downhill from there.
My best friend in the world called.
"What are you doing?"
Just working on some art.
"What kind of art?"
You really, really, don't want to know.
"No, come on, tell me. I really want to know. Give me the details!"
She asked for this.
I'm currently using Photoshop to airbrush Supergirl's crotch.
Click.
Doesn't anyone trust me when I tell them they don't want to know?
And it wasn't anything dirty, I was using a drawing of Supergirl and Superman to create a silhouette of two superhero types. Her, um, crotch area needed to be cleaned up just a bit as my scan wasn't perfect.
Jeez.
The part time gig wasn't any fun either.
I get to be a shift lead as I'm an adult, but why can't the kids actually listen to direction?
Is wearing proper pants and a belt that hard?
Apparently it is.
They gotta wear pants that are hanging around their asses.
Just what restaurant customers like to see!
Then one of my nitiwits shows up with his shirt sleeve rolled up.
He just got a tattoo and it "itches really bad if I leave the sleeve down"
Get over it, chuckles.
SOMEhow, later in the evening I "accidentally" slapped him on the arm and told him he'd done a good job.
Oooh, what that the arm that you JUST had the tattoo done on?
My bad.
Really.
posted by Dunnyman's Castle at 11:12 AM
1 Comments:
Welcome to Customer Support, Dunnyman! :-) I deal with that type of insanity almost every day - poor English speakers that want to tell me how the product works and won't listen (or can't comprehend) when I explain it to them otherwise.
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