- That designing packaging is an ordeal. Pantone colours, CMYK, embedding images and outlining fonts. The poor design guys from various printing companies are holding my hand every step of the way.
- That some companies will drive all the way out to your house, show you a piece of paper that you then sign and then drive all the way back into the city. And they’ll do it with a smile on their face.
- That other companies have forgotten the art of customer service. Like the company I rang today about getting a freight quote and heard “bugger off” down the line instead of “hello”, all before I even got a word in.
- That no other client has beaten my personal trainer to a pulp yet for being the most evil woman on the planet. Actually it’s no surprise, it’s because they’re all like me, hobbling along like an old person, feeling pain in muscles they never knew they had and unable to lift their arms above their shoulders, let alone take a swing at someone.
- That I’m always shocked when the kids do a half-hearted job at a chore. I really need to just expect a ‘near enough is good enough’ attitude.
And one thing that doesn’t surprise me…that I really really want a dressing table like this:
And I found something quite similar in IKEA and will be buying it immediately (in the next few months!!).
