Mindfire Times

Now I'm in the Dentist's Office seaching for relief. I probably didn't mention it, but I am so very afraid of drills and hooks for my mouth. The sounds they make are the soundtrack to my nightmares. At no point during a dental visit, will you be able to claim cool and the inadvertent squirming caused by the offshore mining going on in your grill makes you question EXACTLY how thorough you are. But I'm here now, so that I might rest later. I'm tired and starving. I've been up all night dumping Ibuprofen and rinsing with Peppermint Oil. I can't do that again tonight. I've got meetings.
First things first, when I walked in the office I grabbed the Office Managers business card. For the Medical Field, the card is poorly spaced information wise, the font choice is questionable, it is driven by the photo of the card owner and muddled with a logo that gets busier when you shrink it. This is the woman I have to pitch my business barter concept. She isn't here.
As Iook around the office, I become even more confident that I can close some type of deal here. From the in-house signs to the vendor provided educational material, there is a severe wobble. I feel I can establish consistency throughout the office. I can see a cool color palette, custom icons for print and web, staff and area photos to embellish in house signs, screensavers and more. At times like this I feel like I've always been a designer, but I'm just realizing it now. My mind has always been this analytical. I just wrote it off as general geekiness. Go figure.
The doc is here, so it's metal in the mouth time. Later.