Murray may just be the answer to my prayers. He might be the man who can make all my work on the weekend worthwhile.
After getting the final corrections from my boss on monday morning, I made the final changes, and emailed the final .pdf to work, so that it could be sent to the printer for the 9am deadline.
At around 3pm tuesday, I found out that the printer didn’t get the artwork, and that the deadline would pass without our brochure being printed. I had some Awake Disordered Breathing.
The receptionist found Murray, another NZ printer, who reckons he might be able to get the printing done on time. It was a very tense afternoon, and things will continue to be tense until I hear that the brochures have been delivered to the conference within the deadline. Argh.
Disco Knitter 