Work

I got offered an amazing job, to do from home, for a very reputable company. I had to go to a meeting in the head office, where everyone wore black and looked super stylish. Erbie came too and was not on best behaviour. I just about managed to take down a brief inbetween fielding Erbie climbing up the open plan marble staircase and wriggling out of my arms to do it again, smiling self satisfied when allowed to reach the summit. The poor lady trying to give me the brief then fielded him while I talked to the art director. Ho hum! Anyway, I have a small job to do, and if I do it well there may be the prospect of more, so hence my silence on the blogsphere, as I have been working when Erbie sleeps.

Not West End Bum

West End Mum is not going to be a West End Bum as she has picked up some work, which means no evening spent twittering, but working. 

I met a new client, lets call him the suit in a local cafe on Saturday he cancelled friday twice.

I took on a job that he had started with someone else but wasn't happy. In my profession we all know taking on someone elses work is a nightmare- everyone works differently. 

This proved to be the case, the job was a right pigs ear, with lots of bits missing. I didn't have the software that it had been created in, nor did I really have the time to do it, because I had another job for my regular lovely client who give me a laptop with all the latest software on.

Said laptop read new clients work, and they have extended the time until I return from my short break. So the Gods are smiling on me.

I spoke to the guy in Nottingham who had previously done the suits work, he virtually sobbed down the phone at me, saying he wanted nothing more to do with suit. I placated him and asked if there was anyway I could have the missing files. Absolutely not. So I leave them to sort that out between them and probably come back to a nice can of worms job. 

That should get my baby brain in order.