some clients!

what is the point of me proposing a design if the client is gonna to end up changing it totally? but this is exactly whats going on! shits me to tears, not so much due to the design being changed, but simply because the to and fro to and fro emails of amendments after amendments is a simply waste of time. fine, maybe i am a bad designer, maybe i suck at it, but lets face it, if the client has a general idea of what he/she wants, why dun they just tell me exactly what is required and i will simply regurgitate it back to them? pure torture i must say.
she'd say "why dun you move the promo box below the last paragraph?" only to say "ya it does look unbalance now doesn't it?" after i did the changes. her attempts at fixing the problems only serves to make it worse. hello, excuse me but i do have a dateline to meet and as of current state i am BEHIND schedule, understand that being BEHIND also means my ass is at stake.
"oh, i am sorry, i understand it is daunting", well fuck you very much. you design was not hard, it is just that you have got absolutely no idea what you are trying to achieve. and at the end of the day?

" please revert back to your original design "

thanks alot

movie: the woodsman

what is normal to you? for the woodsman, it is to be able to look at girls and not harbor any sexual desires. normal for me is when i can finally break away from my torment. when i do not need to feel as if my life is a waste. when i do not see my life as vicious cycle of self lamenting torment. when i can feel and cry as and when i am upset. to shed tears when i breakdown, and not to have to struggle with self mutilation be cause IT just wouldn't come out. what is normal to you today?
a particular scene that strikes a chord with with me was when the policeman pays his visits to walter. there he would taunt and insult him. in his eyes walter is condemned, and beyond redemption, a lost cause that should have been locked up and not allowed to roam the streets. the emotions are familiar to me, i am walter, sitting there tormented by my mistakes and my own brain, the accused, the sinner who is trying to redeem himself, sitting in the docket, a death sentence without appeal. the only difference between that scene and my life is this: i am walter and the policeman at the same time. i am my own accuser, prosecutor, i am a self tormentor and MY OWN TORMENTOR AND CURSED TO MY FUCKED UP HALF WIT BRAIN THAT CONTAINS NOTHING BUT SWILL AND CONSTANTLY POUNDING WITHIN MY SELF AND I GET SCARED OF IT SOMETIMES BUT IF YOU ASK ME WHAT IS IT THAT I AM FRIGHTENED OF I CAN ONLY TELL YOU i don't know. i just fear.
intense, this is how i would describe the movie. review and basics of it can be found on shelly's page, so i shall not go into it any further. i was affected by the movie, i don't deny that. my only saving grace is my wife, shelly, she held my hand throughout the movie, and when i turn to look at her she would smile at me, she makes me stronger. thank you, my love, for making me a stronger person. i love you.