Are you sure he didn't already know the order was flipped? This is fairly common for before/after photos to get flipped, but still obvious which picture is actually the "before".
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Maybe your friend knew you made the mistake and was truly trying to congratulate you. A lot is lost in text, and it seems like you already had a chip on your shoulder from the reaction. Reach out to the person individually and have a talk, it might clear things up. I hope your day gets better.
Maybe they thought you made it ugly on purpose for Halloween and did a good job. 🤷♂️
Also: The order you see messages get sent is not always the order they are received.
Maybe it was sarcasm?
He acknowledged the error when I pointed it out. Not the first time something like this has happened.
maybe you're better off posting your work on reno boards or groups. Also just add "before" and "after" watermarks on the pics, for the busy and slow readers. It is about branding isn't it.
I agree - and not just with work-related stuff, but pretty much everything else I share there too. I just don’t have many mutual interests with these guys anymore. They live in a big city, work office jobs, and mostly talk about video games, sports, and that kind of thing. I work with my hands, own a house in a smaller town, spend a lot of time outdoors, and enjoy discussing deeper, more esoteric topics. At this point, it’s pretty clear they’re not interested in what I do, and I’m not particularly interested in what they do either. I just end up regretting even trying to engage with them that way. It’s nobody’s fault, really - we’ve just grown apart.