It's Not a Font, It's the Shape of the Letters

So I just heard a fantastic quote from my Korean boss.

After four hours of semi-relaxed (see: we're all slacking, the designer isn't) design work, a final version (post-beta) of the school open-class invitation was created.

Some problems arose, and the integral portion (the font) was questioned, ultimately it was decided the font must change.

This caused suicidal thoughts within the creator (not me, before you ask).

Then, my boss chips in.  'You don't need to change the font, just change the erm...'  A minute passes, everyone waits with bated breath.  The anticipated answer is one of saving an hours further work.  Finally, a spark emerges from some dank recess of the mind.

'It's not the font, it's the shape of the letters.'

I nearly wet myself.

And this was my day.

What A Day!

So the school bus leaves at exactly 8.23 every day.  On the button.

I woke up today at 8.26 and looked  at my clock.  I blinked and checked my computer, thinking my clock had stopped. Nope.  The alarm hadn't gone off.

For some reason I had slept with  socks on, which saved me a considerable amount of time  in dressing, (everyone knows socks are the hardest and most laborious part) and I was on the phone to get a taxi arranged.  I was pulling my trousers up as I headed out of the door, with no shoes on; my shirt had no buttons fastened.  By the time I reached the front door I had one shoe on.  By the time I had reached the end of the street, I had both shoes on - and was beginning on buttoning my shirt.

I ran up to the taxi, threw my bag in, and dived head first, pulling the door closed with my feet.  Okay that last part didn't happen, but that's the urgency I showed.  I arrived at school, having not showered, brushed my teeth or eaten, and cursing my crappy travel alarm clock.  Everyone else seemed rather nonplussed by my comedy entrance into the office, and I was there well before time.