My new job makes me feel a bit like this woman, pulling up her sleves and getting down to some good old fassioned graft. It’s a very different environment to the one found behind my cushy Mac. Even though it’s not strictly a design position, I think it can only be benficial for me to get some experience at the ‘real’ end of the process. It’s all well and good making a pretty box on a computer screen, but being at the construction end. If you’ve designed something that’s pretty, but fiddily to put together, it’s not going to get done.
Think before you choose the stupid floury box pattern. You try putting one together, then imagine doing hundreds.