otherthoughts
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I spent roughly equal periods of my employment on both sides of the divide, starting in the pressroom, from there I weaseled my way into becoming a 4-color stripper, from there I demanded a raise before becoming a high-end scanner operator, and lastly I became an instructor with Linotype-Hell-Heidelberg.
In many areas, my experience is no longer of any value, my time in the field ranged from 1981 to 2001. However, in some areas, my opinions may still be worthwhile.
The pressroom is often filled with Egos, Voodoo, Magic, Superstition and Attitude. The shame and remorse a pressman feels after producing thousands of dollars of un-saleable waste paper for his employer, makes him feel pretty small. The pressman never forgets how costly his mistakes can be. The pressman knows he bears a responsibility that far outweighs any mistake a prepress operator can make, short of deleting the entire contents of the file server, backups and archives. The stress the pressman feels as a consequence, makes him a little bit crazy, along with the fumes and noise.
The pressman is often required to tickle the color on his press in order to educate and ultimately disappoint the customer, being that his press has perhaps a D-max of 2.00, whereas the customer’s original film-positive/image-data has a D-max of 3.0 or more, and that his press cannot achieve or match the more saturated reds and blues that the customer so adamantly desires. Oftentimes the only thing keeping the pressman from becoming belligerent is the “you better not” scowl of a superior.
4-color stripping is largely a talent for the history books nowadays. However there are still some similarities. 4-color stripping was a black or white issue. Either the page had a bleed on it or it didn’t, either your folio and pagination was right or it wasn’t. As long as the proof passed your inspection and either the customer’s or your manager’s approval, you were thereafter held free from blame.
Scanning once more plucks you unceremoniously out of the black and white land and slaps you squarely back into color land. Here again you are called upon to educate your customers regarding color space. Oftentimes the only thing restraining you from becoming belligerent is the “you better not” scowl of a superior once again.
From what I have seen, preflight is a miserable job as well. These talented individuals work within a heretofore unmentioned but equally miserable realm to that of the color land world. These individuals are often charged with educating their customers and keeping their cool absent the “you better not” scowl of a superior, but they face a whole host of topics.
I hope this post helps one another to relate and better understand their co-workers residing on the other side of the divide.
I also strongly invite those that have worked on both sides to contribute their opinions.
Teamwork and understanding is far better than the battle, and might transform your workplace into a place you like rather than a place you get paid to go to.
In many areas, my experience is no longer of any value, my time in the field ranged from 1981 to 2001. However, in some areas, my opinions may still be worthwhile.
The pressroom is often filled with Egos, Voodoo, Magic, Superstition and Attitude. The shame and remorse a pressman feels after producing thousands of dollars of un-saleable waste paper for his employer, makes him feel pretty small. The pressman never forgets how costly his mistakes can be. The pressman knows he bears a responsibility that far outweighs any mistake a prepress operator can make, short of deleting the entire contents of the file server, backups and archives. The stress the pressman feels as a consequence, makes him a little bit crazy, along with the fumes and noise.
The pressman is often required to tickle the color on his press in order to educate and ultimately disappoint the customer, being that his press has perhaps a D-max of 2.00, whereas the customer’s original film-positive/image-data has a D-max of 3.0 or more, and that his press cannot achieve or match the more saturated reds and blues that the customer so adamantly desires. Oftentimes the only thing keeping the pressman from becoming belligerent is the “you better not” scowl of a superior.
4-color stripping is largely a talent for the history books nowadays. However there are still some similarities. 4-color stripping was a black or white issue. Either the page had a bleed on it or it didn’t, either your folio and pagination was right or it wasn’t. As long as the proof passed your inspection and either the customer’s or your manager’s approval, you were thereafter held free from blame.
Scanning once more plucks you unceremoniously out of the black and white land and slaps you squarely back into color land. Here again you are called upon to educate your customers regarding color space. Oftentimes the only thing restraining you from becoming belligerent is the “you better not” scowl of a superior once again.
From what I have seen, preflight is a miserable job as well. These talented individuals work within a heretofore unmentioned but equally miserable realm to that of the color land world. These individuals are often charged with educating their customers and keeping their cool absent the “you better not” scowl of a superior, but they face a whole host of topics.
I hope this post helps one another to relate and better understand their co-workers residing on the other side of the divide.
I also strongly invite those that have worked on both sides to contribute their opinions.
Teamwork and understanding is far better than the battle, and might transform your workplace into a place you like rather than a place you get paid to go to.