They printed the wrong posters. All of them. Thousands.
When I was away last week I got a call from our accountant asking where he could find the poster files, which I found strange because everything had already been submitted to UNICEF, 2 weeks earlier, and I made sure it was all perfect. So I told him exactly where to find the right files... in a folder called Candlelight 2008 Final IEC Materials (IEC is ngo lingo for Information, Education and Communication), and yet, apparently that wasn't telling enough, because he picked the wrong 2 files. Turns out someone higher up the chain changed the venue, so they needed to update the files, which is why I got the call. I don't understand why they couldn't ask the printers to make the slight change before printing.
I don't like them. The layout is bad and I am so disspointed because I worked so hard to make the ones that were supposed to be used look nice. At least my photographs are good, but I will take no ownership over the poster as a whole. The files that were used were poster mock-ups that I had made early on, when I was playing around with the design, and I only applied the final design to the ones that were supposed to be printed.
Oh, and get this. They used 2 kids. One of them is a kid who wasn't supposed to be used, but it's fine; he's smiling so it's strange that everyone approved it because my colleagues were adimant that the child shouldn't look too happy since it's a Memorial. The second one however, is the kid I mentioned earlier, who we don't have permission to use. So someone has to go to figure out who he is, and convince his parents to consent to using his image on our poster, or we throw out thousands of posters. I have already made it very clear that I wash my hands of this, and they better not ask me to go.
Now I have sequestered myself in my office because I am so frustrated by this whole thing that I've been snapping at management and am getting very close to that line I should not cross.
Urgh. Africa.
When I was away last week I got a call from our accountant asking where he could find the poster files, which I found strange because everything had already been submitted to UNICEF, 2 weeks earlier, and I made sure it was all perfect. So I told him exactly where to find the right files... in a folder called Candlelight 2008 Final IEC Materials (IEC is ngo lingo for Information, Education and Communication), and yet, apparently that wasn't telling enough, because he picked the wrong 2 files. Turns out someone higher up the chain changed the venue, so they needed to update the files, which is why I got the call. I don't understand why they couldn't ask the printers to make the slight change before printing.
I don't like them. The layout is bad and I am so disspointed because I worked so hard to make the ones that were supposed to be used look nice. At least my photographs are good, but I will take no ownership over the poster as a whole. The files that were used were poster mock-ups that I had made early on, when I was playing around with the design, and I only applied the final design to the ones that were supposed to be printed.
Oh, and get this. They used 2 kids. One of them is a kid who wasn't supposed to be used, but it's fine; he's smiling so it's strange that everyone approved it because my colleagues were adimant that the child shouldn't look too happy since it's a Memorial. The second one however, is the kid I mentioned earlier, who we don't have permission to use. So someone has to go to figure out who he is, and convince his parents to consent to using his image on our poster, or we throw out thousands of posters. I have already made it very clear that I wash my hands of this, and they better not ask me to go.
Now I have sequestered myself in my office because I am so frustrated by this whole thing that I've been snapping at management and am getting very close to that line I should not cross.
Urgh. Africa.
2 comments:
Feel for you on this one Heather. Sorry it did not go the way you had planned it. I know you worked so hard to make it the way you wanted it. Dad.
HUGS!!!!
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