Take one for the team

I’m on deadline. It feels so weird not to be the mac jockey. Instead, I sit here behind my black desk with my redwood blinds and gaze at the personal assistant through the glass wall. I wait for each PDF, print, edit, return. I still have one article outstanding, which is arriving tomorrow. But I feel nervous because I’m not sitting behind the Quark – yes, what a downgrade – controls. Now I really know the responsibility that lies with the designer. And I’m fretting. I’ve never been a team player, always the last line of defence. Check out the golfball rings - sorry about the shadows.