And this conversation occurred at 11am.
Client: So I was thinking you could take on this project for me. I’ll need you for a few months.
Me: Well, I…
Client: It’ll be awesome. C’mon!
At this point of the conversation, I should’ve said “no. Hell to the no!” then throw my phone on the ground and bash it a few hundred times with my shoe or a spatula or something. Instead, I said:
Holy fuckballs. I don’t have time for this. What the hell was I thinking? A peek into my shallow my mind:
- Bills need to get paid or else I won’t be able to
waste timewatch all the episodes of FelicityDexter on Netflixthe DVR
- I can’t say no. How do you think I got stuck feeding my neighbor’s cat (that I hate. and am allergic to) while my neighbor visits some exotic locale like Tulsa. Or was it Cincinnati?
- I must acquire this dollhouse. So I can be an asshole. With an expensive dollhouse
- I love working with a baby screaming in my ear. LOVE. IT.