12/23/09

Once upon a time there lived 10 graphic designers toiling in a small room with the door shut. We had seasonal KEEP OUT signs taped to the door. The empire we served had global offices, and we edited and drew for three shifts until we passed the gigantic overbaked Powerpoint files off to Tokyo or Toronto or Timbuktu–wherever there was capacity.

Capacity. That meant women sitting doing graphic designerly stuff not related to Powerpoint presentations. Lots of emergencies, plenty of overtime. We were excellent designers, fast and creative and easily bored with the same ol' same ol'. One Easter season, teeth-gritted with files delivered to inboxes that weren't the right version, requests to fit a 200-page edit into the schedule, guys in ties standing over our shoulders pointing...

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