Our studio wouldn't get macs in for years.
They decided they were shit, and plumped instead for a Crossfield desktop publishing system.
It cost them quarter of a million, and it was utter, utter shit.
To get around any language problems they might have in selling each system overseas they decided to create a vast array of bewildering hieroglyphics that no-one could understand. Each hieroglyphic performed a specific tiny task - ther were thousands of these stupid little pictures.
The director who had decided to make this ridiculous investment also iinsisted we kept the beeper system switched on, so every click of the stupid poxy mouse was accompanied by a high pitched, 50 pence beeper screetching 'EEEP EEEP EEEP EEEP!!!'
They trained the best repro guy we had on this system, sent him on courses and made him read huge instruction manuals. In the meantime another boss bought two Apple Macs for the other lads to fuck about with.
As it happens, the Apple Macs proved rather successful.
The Crossfield set-up proved a massive white elephant.
Me and the lads ended up doing all the work.
Our top repro guy had a nervous breakdown and ended up getting sectioned because he set fire to his own house.
Our studio wouldn't get macs in for years.
They decided they were shit, and plumped instead for a Crossfield desktop publishing system.
It cost them quarter of a million, and it was utter, utter shit.
To get around any language problems they might have in selling each system overseas they decided to create a vast array of bewildering hieroglyphics that no-one could understand. Each hieroglyphic performed a specific tiny task - ther were thousands of these stupid little pictures.
The director who had decided to make this ridiculous investment also iinsisted we kept the beeper system switched on, so every click of the stupid poxy mouse was accompanied by a high pitched, 50 pence beeper screetching 'EEEP EEEP EEEP EEEP!!!'
They trained the best repro guy we had on this system, sent him on courses and made him read huge instruction manuals. In the meantime another boss bought two Apple Macs for the other lads to fuck about with.
As it happens, the Apple Macs proved rather successful.
The Crossfield set-up proved a massive white elephant.
Me and the lads ended up doing all the work.
Our top repro guy had a nervous breakdown and ended up getting sectioned because he set fire to his own house.
Happy days.