not just a job: a way of life
I take the work product of colleagues (these days mainly from higher up the food chain; occasionally from below if there's a slack period) and run it through (A) my own design sense, which, although without the benefit of formal training, is by dint of sedulous study over the years pretty sound if a tad conservative, and (B) my trusy Macintosh (actually, of course, the employer's trusty Macintosh, but I am its sole keeper and companion). When I am finished with it the work product invariably looks incomparably better—not that the bar is terribly high!
Early on my original boss, now retired, was sent by the employer to Japan for a month, and they expected a detailed report upon his return. He came to my office with a typescript and a floppy and said "In my experience the slicker the presentation is, the less closely it's scrutinized." He paused. "I need this to look very, very slick." Of course, in those days (1988? 89?) the few other laser printers in the organization output Courier, period, so a LaserWriter IINT, a copy of PageMaker, a modest font library and I between us were capable, in the primitives' eyes, of some very impressive White Man's juju—hell, the boss and I probably inspired a couple of cargo cults back then...
nostalgically,
Cthulhu for President. Why vote for a lesser evil?