Is when you know more than they do.
As part of my job, I work with a digital asset coordinator and a designer to have ads built for the site. The bad thing is that I’m confident I could do a better job—a more efficient job—than both of them.
I just want to go upstairs and do their jobs for them.
Sure, they do alright work, but when I have to explain font families and weight variations between fonts within a family, I tend to get annoyed. Just match the current creative and we’ll be fine.
Damn my perfectionism.
Can I just go home and go to bed?
We’re really happy together and things are going very well. That’s about all I’m willing to share online.
I’m trying to keep our relationship pretty private at this point. We’re still in the early stages of it and I wouldn’t want an oversharing blahg post to cause any problems. He knows about my Tumblog and he knows he’s been mentioned, but I’m trying to keep it private. We’re happy and I wouldn’t want to spoil it.
Also, Tumblr is usually the last thing on my mind when we’re together—and that’s a lot. So, my apologies for the recent neglect. I mostly just use Tumblr during my productivity breaks at work. Or when I’m taking a shit.
This has been a public service announcement.