My boss is a seventy-something-year-old man with barely a clue on how to get a computer to boot. He gave me an old book and wanted me to convert it into an ebook to sell. And mind, this was a thick, large-format book chock-full of maps and other illustrations with tiny blackletter script.
Me: “Sure, I can do it, but I’d have to scan it in a massive resolution so the detail isn’t lost. The final file would be massive; it wouldn’t be practical to download it, and a normal ebook reader wouldn’t be able to display it correctly.”
Boss: “So, we’d have to make it less detailed.”
Me: “How do you mean?”
Boss: “It wouldn’t be possible with the illustrations; you’ll just have to make the writing bigger on all the pages.”
Me: “…”
Boss: “As for the pages with only text on them, you will just convert them into a Word document.”
Me: “That’s not how that works.”
Boss: “Why not?”
Me: “It’s just straight-up not possible, at least not with the software we have.”
Boss: “Can you do it on the Internet?”
Me: “No.”
Boss: “How do you know?”
Me: “I know.”
Boss: “Show me.”
I showed him that it’s not possible to convert a scanned book page into a text document on some random converter found on page one on Google.
Boss: “Okay, so you will instead cut the text out in Photoshop, make it larger, and arrange it on a new Photoshop file the same size, with less of a rim around it so the number of pages doesn’t get much higher.”
I flat-out refused, telling him it would be months of absolutely pointless work. He didn’t believe any of my claims, anyway, so I just converted the whole d*** thing into an ebook, which, in the end, was like 8GB in size. Since our server had 10TB, he also didn’t believe me when I tried to tell him that it was an absurdly massive file that few people would want to buy on that account.
Ah, well. At least I didn’t have to rearrange like 300 pages of text.