I know. You're all aghast and uncertain what I could mean because I have always been the soul of discretion. (see Monday's post on boobs, which I thought was a hoot.)
I also belong to a group that may be popular with many of you-- Assumptions-R-Us.
Here's what happened this time.
Deborah Smith is revamping her website. Going for a new design. So, she sends me the new banner design to ask my opinion. Well, she's a business partner. She knows me. She knew she would be getting a real opinion.
I didn't like the banner. In fact I was a little concerned that the design company was giving her such a "stock" look without customization. Deb asked what I meant by custom. I just did a new banner and said, "Here. This is what I think 'you' look like."
So, she sent it immediately to her web designer. How gratifying!
Here's one with a little more detail since I can't really get a whole banner across here:
Yeah. Gratifying. Right until the web designer very graciously thanks me for offering to let her use this and how very much she wished she'd known that she could deviate from the art that Deb Smith sent her originally.
See, I had just assumed the web designer was pawning off a substandard, no-effort design on her unsuspecting client when she was just trying to do what she thought the client wanted.
And since the various email programs were keeping a record of correspondence, the email that had been forwarded to her with the banner from me had a fairly snarky comment. Something like, "I can't believe she thought you'd accept this half-assed job."
Deb thinks this is funny. Friends are like that.
The moral of this story? Don't assume. And never ask when someone is "due." Ever. I never even mention baby unless they say the words, "I'm pregnant." At least, not anymore.
Been chewing on any of your feet lately or are you generally very well disciplined? And do you like Deb's new banner?
