Some days, you can be proud of the work you’ve done, knowing that you’ve contributed, in some small way, to the production.
Then there are days when you drive two and a half hours to pick up a DVD with a three second vanity card.
I don’t understand why it wasn’t just uploaded to a server somewhere. Don’t they have the internet? Hell, it would have been faster to e-mail “0000001000000110000001000000110000001000000100000010000001.”