Sometimes a proposal is rejected that is exactly what the client needs, even when it wasn't what they thought they wanted; and it always reminds me or Mr. Wiggin the legendary fictional architect and his famous outburst that I've reproduced below.
MR. WIGGIN: Yes, well, that's the sort of blinkered, philistine pig ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement! You whining, hypocritical toadies, with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding Masonic secret handshakes! You wouldn't let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards! Well, I wouldn't become a freemason now if you went down on your lousy, stinking knees and begged me!
Sometimes comedy mirrors life perfectly. Sometimes I wonder why we bother, then I remember that it's because we love creating innovative solutions, and that it doesn't always work out the way it should at first, so we should continue and find another way to get the right thing done.