Us designers are a cranky lot. We whinge and whine about "the industry", our work, other designers, bad fonts, bad briefs, no briefs, no budgets and clients. Mainly clients. We feel misunderstood, abused, debased and sometimes just plain soiled. Mainly by clients.
These people who want things in a hurry, for little money and - without taking any creative risks whatsoever - they want amazing results. They are like rabid children. They see designers as louches who skate (or drink, depending on your age) all day and throw a few ideas on the page. We just randomly select a few colours and fonts, mix another martini and write out a huge invoice for basically colouring in.
I had that said to me. "I'm paying you a fortune here. Just so you can spend your time colouring in". My wife had to hold me back before I poked his eye out with my pencils.
But now in this wonderful digital age, the pencils are gone and everything can be done if you know the right programs. A lot of people are getting trained up in Illustrator. "It saves me having to pay a designer to hang around here drinking my bar dry", you can hear them saying.
There is this belief now that the "magic" of design and creativity comes form knowing the right program. And with that, comes a flippancy - no more than that - a complete disregard of the work that still needs to be done after the project has been signed off.
"Okay! Signed off! Good to go! Push that magic button!" said an overfed CEO, CFO and a few others as they finished proofing an annual report. They wandered off to some overpriced watering hole while I spent the next 8 hours doing the prepress checks before I sent the thing off to the printer.
See, there used to be about six layers of work between me and the printer in the "old days" (when Vikings rode unicorns and we drank acid-laced rainbows). There was a production person, a project manager, several pre-press people and a few others in there that I have forgotten.
That magic button that I did not press is the avatar of lost careers. It's a ghost of craftsmen and duty-of-care that has disappeared. It's not a button. it's a bitter pill.