The life of a designer is a bitter sweet. We get to be creative at work. We don’t wear ties. We jump around, listen to loud music and act like children. And if anyone gives us a hard time we sight our need for “creative inspiration”. We draw pictures all day and get paid for it.
But we’re often misunderstood and unappreciated (insert sappy violin music here). And even more often the most genuine artistic endeavor ends in tragedy. Beautiful layouts are ruthlessly slaughtered by fat fingered clients. Paletteable colors are butchered with some “needed” sales burst. All the time and energy spent wrestling the perfect image and fonts die unseen at the bottom of some cold, dark archived file. The list goes on…

But words are petty. Why read what you can listen to? THIS IS GREAT!!