Wednesday, Oct. 18, 2006
Will You Hari Me
I'm really, REALLY glad there are only two days left in this work week, though this weekend promises to be pretty darned interesting, too. I'm supposed to go fully frilled-up in the whole she-bang, including corset and whoopity-doo.
Of course at the moment my whoopity may have to doo something else, particularly since Rosie is up to her whatsit in the play and its accoutrements.
I'm just skimming through work - never a good sign. It is a pretty clear sign I'm not there for long, one way or another. It didn't help learning this morning that one of the local fast-food joints pays more per hour than I'll be averaging unless something really drastic bumps up my salary in a big hurry. At least I know there are some other options out there if I get to the point I simply can't stand this any more, period.
One of our web clients - the one I expected to be a royal pain in the ass - is proving me right in spades. We've overhauled his spec site a few bazillion times and I am seriously figuring we'll end up telling him to fugheddaboudit before we're done. No amount of money is worth dealing with this moron, particularly when we've got other jobs under construction too.
The functionality isn't a problem, fortunately - it's the graphics, my area. This guy says he wants one thing - then, "Oh, but it needs to be this instead." We're working on major overhaul number five or thereabouts and I'm sure it won't be the last unless we tell him to kindly launch himself off a cliff and stay there. I am definitely remembering why I never wanted to deal with him again, yeesh. I had the stupid thought that this time around he wouldn't be a consummate asshole. My mistake.
I quit doing web design once before because of somebody else comparable. Going forward, this guy gets billed by the hour, even if it is for reading one of his emails, so help me. We'll make a frigging fortune, if we don't go the route of hari-kari just to get away from him.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )