I am trying, oh my GOD am I trying. My head hurts, whether through sheer frustration or it’s the red wine I glug down most evenings. I’m partial for a Shiraz, one small glass a day. One glass of that deep hypnotic rich red, berry liquid. The one that lingers on the senses, the waft of velvet reaching the hairs inside my nose. I sip away while pretending to cook.
A multi-tasking queen I like to think I am
A Saturday night sees two and a half glasses slide down my guzzle, and that my friends is why my head hurts. Ashamedly it doesn’t take much these days. Gone are the days where a bottle didn’t leave a thunderstorm banging around in my head.
I am trying this past few weeks, to make a few photo books for gifts. I have searched many sites that others have suggested. My technological skills and commons sense abandons me. I did complete one book. I was feeling triumphant. That is till the end result landed in my mailbox. It would never pass muster. Pitiful. Promptly shoved to the back of the drawer, never to see the light of day. I put on my big girls knickers and had another bash with another company. I will not be crushed.
Jostling, reshaping, re sizing, re organising. Feeling pretty good. I was about to hit GO……. The site crashed! That’s three hours I’ll never get back. I was more than a little pissed, mostly at the waste of my day. Time is precious don’t you think?
I left my thoughts of photo books alone for a few days. Thinking to myself, let’s not go there when you’re upset. Creating for others is to be a positive experience. Imagining what I hope is joy on their faces as they open the book. Knowing I crafted with love not anger.
Calmed the Farm
Now that I have calmed the farm, I have another go with another company. Clearly I didn’t take on board my last failings. I gave up on another organisation, as I just didn’t have the skills to put it together. Nor could I figure out how to work their site. Countless hours lost. Hours that are starting to add up. Another few days of pondering how incredibly unskilled I am. One more go I tell myself, one more go.
This time I figured I would try Office Works as they have a store down the road from work. I open up the site feeling confident that I have cracked it at last. I can navigate and upload the photos, but? Where the bloody well are they. I promptly sent a request for please help. I don’t give up easily. I refuse to be beaten.
Two days later I have a reply from the New South Wales head office! I live in Perth. Righto I think to myself. They are asking me something completely different to the information I am after. Alas they are not inside my head. A few days later. I march down the street. Cross three sets of traffic lights. Front up to the OfficeWorks counter in East Perth.
Nope they couldn’t help me either!
Never fear, I went back to the original organisation Vista. Bowl me over with a feather, not all of my work was lost. Many hours later I have hit send. Paid a bucket load of money. We shall see. They hit you up with extra’s. Well don’t they all?