Quality control is at an all time low.

I finished the half page ad for the neighborhood paper at 3 am or so, I read it over twice because I am trying to do a better job with things and stuff. I found no misspellings and I liked the layout, the image editing was fantastic (maybe not fantastic but at least good). I printed two copies, one for the office and one for the paper and left to try to get a couple hours of sleep before I had to be at the day job by 8 am.

Ten o’clock the next day I get a call asking where the file is located on my computer because there is a typo.

A what-oh? There cannot be typo, I checked it twice, is what was said in my head but me, knowing me knew there could be a typo regardless because I can’t proofread my own stuff with any sort of accuracy. My mind conspires against me. Anyway, it turns out that I substituted a nine for a six so some price was thirty grand off which sounds like a lot but was only 11 percent different.

Someday in the future I think I’ll learn my numbers.